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TEXAS: EVENING

The car came to a stop in a large compound, and the driver was quick to open the gate. The guards rushed to the trunk to assist Alejandro and Camila with their luggage without needing to be asked.

“Careful,” Alejandro said, holding Camila’s hand as she stepped out of the car. She looked around in awe; Alejandro’s grandparents’ house was enormous.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, leading her into the house.

“Good evening, Mr. Alejandro and Mrs. Camila Ruiz,” the maids greeted respectfully.

“Good evening,” Camila replied, still taking in her surroundings, feeling amazed. “Alejandro, this place is incredible! Are you sure your grandparents live here?” she asked.

“They were the early founders of the Ruiz family,” Alejandro shrugged, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Wow,” Camila said, shaking her head, impressed by how far Alejandro and his family had come.

“Selena, calm down! Your doctor told you to take it easy when climbing down the stairs!” A voice called out, and Camila looked forward to see an elderly woman hurrying down the staircase.

No one needed to tell her that it was Alejandro’s grandparents, Selena and Manuel.

“Manuel, my grandson and his wife are here! I must see them!” Selena exclaimed. Her nanny stood beside her, doing her best to assist Selena as she carefully made her way down.

“My grandson!” She opened her arms wide as Alejandro approached to embrace her.

“Grandpa!” Alejandro said, wrapping his arms around Manuel.

“Good evening, Grandma,” Camila greeted as she hugged Selena.

“My granddaughter, come and hug me!” Manuel said, stretching his arms toward Camila, who complied with enthusiasm.

As they exchanged greetings with their grandparents, the maids took their luggage upstairs to their room.

“Look at you!” Manuel admired Camila. “You look even more beautiful than the last time we saw you. Alejandro must really be doing a fantastic job as a husband.”

“Yes, Grandpa,” Camila replied, smiling shyly.

“Even Alejandro looks free from stress. I’m glad you’re finally coming out of your shell,” Manuel teased him.

“Are you two hungry? I had the maids prepare a wonderful meal,” Selena said with a warm smile.

“Grandma, at least let us freshen up first,” Alejandro suggested.

“Of course. Lily!” Selena called, and a maid quickly appeared. “Show my grandson and his wife to their room, and while they freshen up, please begin setting the table for dinner,” Selena ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” the maid replied, promptly following her instructions.

••••••••

After a few minutes, Alejandro and Camila joined Selena and Manuel in the dining room.

“You know, I was thinking that when you came, you’d bring my great-grandchild along,” Manuel said, and Selena nodded in agreement.

“My doctor told me I have weak bones. I want to be able to carry my great-grandchild while I still have the strength,” Selena added.

Alejandro opened his mouth to speak, but Selena pointed her fork at him, silencing him.

“Don’t you dare say it’s too early to have children. You two have been married for a while now,” she said firmly.

“Grandma, we’re working on having children too,” Camila smiled.

“Really?” Manuel and Camila’s faces brightened.

“Yes, aren’t we, hubby?” Camila turned to Alejandro, who nodded in agreement.

After dinner, Alejandro and Camila returned to their room. Alejandro stepped out onto the balcony to make a call, while Camila stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection.

They had been intimate multiple times, but there was still no sign of pregnancy, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of confusion that lingered in her mind.

Alejandro returned from the balcony and hugged her from behind, gently rubbing her stomach.

“You know, it would be wonderful to see a bunch of little ones running around our house, screaming for us, ‘Mom and Dad,’” he murmured, and Camila smiled at the thought.

“It would be the most beautiful thing I could ever ask for,” she whispered before turning to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I love you,” she said softly, gazing intensely into his eyes.

Alejandro blinked, pulling her into a hug and kissing her hair. Camila let out a silent sigh; she remembered confessing her love to him numerous times, but he always froze for a moment and never said it back.

Her thoughts drifted back to their earlier disagreement when he had brought up the rules, but she quickly shook it off.

“Tomorrow, Grandpa promised to bring a tour guide to show us the best places in Texas,” Alejandro said, and Camila pulled away, smiling brightly.

“I can’t wait!”

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MEXICO

George, Lucia, and George’s mother, Theresa, sat opposite each other.

“When did you get married, and why didn’t you bother to tell me, George? You left home to work, didn’t you?” Theresa fired her first question, casting a sideways glance at Lucia.

“And judging by the way she looks, I don’t think she’s someone in our league,” Theresa added.

“Mom,” Lucia murmured.

“Don’t call me ‘mother,’” Theresa retorted, pulling her hands away to stop Lucia.

George squeezed Lucia’s hand reassuringly.

“About us, Mom, it’s a long story,” George mumbled.

“And I have all the time in the world. Start talking,” Theresa insisted, fixing both of them with a serious gaze.

George sighed and began to explain. When he finished, Theresa stared at them, rendered speechless.

“You’re Lucia Landon? The daughter of the Landon family who abandoned her family to be with my son?” Theresa asked incredulously.

“I love your son, Mother-in-law Theresa,” Lucia replied firmly.

“You look like a naive person. George, why did you bring her here?” Theresa glared at him, disappointment evident in her eyes.

“Mom… I mean, Mother-in-law Theresa, please don’t scold George. I made this decision; I chose this town, and I don’t regret it one bit,” Lucia insisted.

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fit in, to be the best wife and the best daughter-in-law,” she added, kneeling and bowing. “Please accept me, Mother-in-law Theresa,” she pleaded, bowing repeatedly.

“Lucia, stand up,” George said urgently, immediately helping her back to her feet.

Theresa studied Lucia for a moment before sighing. “You must be uncomfortable in your wedding gown. Come with me; I’ll find you something else to wear,” she said, rising from her chair and walking away.

Lucia’s face lit up, and she quickly followed Theresa.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

MARCUS GLOBAL VENTURES

Rafael’s phone buzzed incessantly with incoming messages. He slowly lifted his phone to check, and a smile spread across his face.

Ruiz Royal Estate building plans update.

“You’re such an idiot, Alejandro,” he chuckled to himself, shaking his head in amusement.

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Breaking news: The female heir of the Landon family was spotted marrying her bodyguard at the airport.

Numerous articles and news blogs reported on Lucia’s wedding. Some deemed it cool, while others thought it was outrageous.

“The Landon family is one of the most prominent and respected families. How could they allow their daughter to do this?”

“I heard she was already engaged to Fernando. So, she cheated on her fiancé.”

“This is by far one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever seen.”

“I believe Lucia has every right to choose who she wants to be with. Can we normalize a grown woman making her own decisions?”

The Internet was ablaze. Mr. Landon angrily turned off his plasma TV to avoid seeing the face of his shameless daughter.

“How could you let this happen?” he confronted his wife, his expression furious.

Mrs. Landon struggled to find a response, but one thing she knew for certain was that she didn’t regret her decision. Her daughter looked genuinely happy, and that was enough for her.

“I don’t care; I will do whatever it takes to drag that girl back home and make her marry the right man!” Mr. Landon declared, angrily pulling his phone from his pocket to make some calls.

“Darling, just let Lucia be,” Mrs. Landon murmured.

“No! If she’s going to stay with that good-for-nothing bodyguard of hers, then she should forget that her surname was ever Landon!” Mr. Landon said vehemently.

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MEXICO

Lucia and George had just touched down in Mexico. They attracted curious stares from everyone, especially since Lucia was wearing her wedding gown.

“I ran away so quickly. I didn’t take my phone, and I have no idea how we’ll get back home,” she said with a shy smile.

“It’s alright; I have some cash left. We’ll grab a taxi,” George assured her.

“I’ve never been in a taxi before,” Lucia admitted.

“You’ll be fine,” George said, giving her an encouraging smile. He hailed a taxi, which was a far cry from the limo Lucia was used to, but she shook it off. After all, when they got home, she would be back to her luxurious life.

The taxi took them to her house, and Lucia was taken aback to see it surrounded by a group of officers. Her car was being hoisted onto a truck.

“What’s going on?” she demanded, lifting the hem of her wedding gown as she walked toward the officers. “Why are you here, and where are you taking my car?”

“Your property is under Mr. Landon, and we received orders from him to evict you,” the senior officer replied.

“Bullshit! I need to reach my dad right now! Give me your phone!” Lucia shouted, her anger flaring.

An officer handed her a phone, and she dialed her father’s number. After several rings, he picked up.

“What the hell are you doing? Why did you send officers to my apartment? They’re taking away my car and everything, Dad!” Lucia complained.

“Your apartment? The one I got you? And the car I bought for you? Have you forgotten, Lucia? Everything you have, I built it for you. I made sure you went to a good school, ensuring you were highly respected and comfortable, but all you did was bring shame to the family,” Mr. Landon replied.

“So this is what this is about, right?” Lucia said, her voice thick with anger.

“Come home, Lucia. Do the right thing, or you can remain married to the loser, and I’ll watch how well he treats you,” Mr. Landon countered.

“I hate to say this, but fuck you, Dad! I don’t need your money or this family name. I’m now Lucia Williams, and you’ll have to deal with it!” she yelled.

“Very well,” Mr. Landon replied coolly before hanging up.

Lucia looked around, on the verge of tears. A truck drove her car away, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Let’s go,” George whispered to her.

“But where will we go?” Lucia asked, feeling lost.

“I know a place,” he replied.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

George and Lucia walked for hours. Lucia’s breathing became ragged, and she struggled to feel her legs.

“Are we getting there anytime soon, George?” she asked, exhaustion creeping into her voice.

“We’ll be there soon,” George reassured her.

“I don’t think I can walk anymore,” Lucia pouted, fatigue evident in her tone.

George sighed and stopped walking. He knelt down, leaving Lucia momentarily confused.

“What are you doing?” she asked, surprised.

“Hop on,” he said, gesturing for her to climb onto his back.

“No, I can’t do that to you,” Lucia sighed.

“Lucia, I’m your husband. I vowed not to stress you, so climb on,” he insisted, and reluctantly, Lucia climbed onto his back. He adjusted her weight comfortably.

“Wow,” Lucia smiled, hugging his neck. “This is so much better than a limo or any other luxury car. So comfortable,” she said, snuggling against him.

Her endearing behavior made George smile. “I don’t mind being your personal car.”

“Really?” Lucia asked, her eyes sparkling.

“I could take you around the world on my back, and I wouldn’t mind one bit,” he said, and Lucia beamed at him.

Finally, he stopped walking.

“We’re here,” he announced, gently setting her down. The house was small but looked cozy.

George knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, it swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman’s smiling face.

“George!” she exclaimed, her expression brightening as she rushed to hug him. But she pulled away abruptly when she noticed the girl in the wedding gown standing beside him.

George noticed her gaze and instinctively held Lucia’s hand, pulling her closer to him. “Ma, I want you to meet my wife, Lucia. Lucia, this is my mom,” he introduced them.

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BRIARWOOD SCHOOL**

The students gathered in the hall to pay their respects to Valeria. Her picture was placed on a table surrounded by candles.

“This is the first time we’ve ever lost a student in such a tragic manner, and it breaks my heart just thinking about it,” Principal Laurel mumbled sadly, standing beside the picture with a flower in hand.

“She was a really smart kid despite her misbehavior. She had the potential to become someone great, and I somewhat blame the school management for not doing enough to make sure our students were well-supported. Maybe if we had checked in on her, advised her, and talked to her when needed, she might have seen the light in things,” Principal Laurel added with a sigh before approaching Valeria’s picture.

She placed her flowers down and made the sign of the cross before stepping aside. Students followed in line until it was Isabella’s turn, the last and only one remaining.

Isabella stared at Valeria’s picture for a while. “I hope that in the afterlife, you can see things from a brighter side. I hope you learn that not everything is a competition, and I was never trying to compete with you for anything.”

“I had hoped you’d change and understand things better. I thought there was still some good left in you and that all of this was just a phase, but you proved me wrong.” Isabella wiped a tear from her eye. “When I saw you crying alone in the restroom, I thought you still had it in you; I thought maybe we could finally treat each other like sisters-in-law and not enemies. But I guess I was wrong. Valeria, you took your own life for selfish reasons, and in doing so, you destroyed your mother. Did you even think of her at all?” Isabella asked, visibly disappointed.

“She’s been crying nonstop, blaming herself—thinking that if she’d fully been there for you as a mother, you might still be alive and maybe a changed person.”

“It’s too late to scold her, don’t you think?” Ace, who had been watching from behind, walked towards Isabella.

Isabella wiped her tears.

“Clearly, if she wasn’t selfish before her death, she would’ve thought about what her actions would do to her family. But she didn’t. And the worst part of all is that she did it just to implicate my best friend. Even though he cleared his name, people still call him a murderer and blame him. She didn’t just ruin Alan’s life; she destroyed any hope of Cyber Boys reuniting,” Ace said bitterly.

“I’m sorry,” Isabella murmured.

“It’s fine,” Ace replied. “But I admire you a lot. She gave you the hardest time—not the best way to treat a sister-in-law—but after everything, you still brought flowers for her and cried for her.”

“You can’t hold a grudge against a dead person, can you?” Isabella chuckled softly. “I just hope that if there is such a thing as another life, and she comes back, she won’t be like this.”

Ace picked a petal from Isabella’s flower. “I wasn’t going to leave her anything, but you changed my mind,” he said, placing the petal on the table.

Isabella smiled, set down her flower, and they left the hall together.

••••••••

“So, how has everything been?” Ace asked as they walked down the hallway together.

“Going as usual,” Isabella shrugged.

“I’m glad you’re doing well now, Isabella, and I should take this opportunity to apologize for everything I put you through. I should have told you what I knew sooner,” Ace said apologetically.

“It’s okay, Ace,” Isabella stopped him. “I don’t hold on to those things anymore.”

“I know, but I think it’s best to tell you now since I’m leaving this school and going back to Korea,” Ace replied.

“You’re leaving?” Isabella’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes. A lot is going on, and I have things I need to figure out, but I’m really going to miss you,” he said.

“Aww,” Isabella pulled him in for a hug. “Thank you for letting me share a part of your world, Ace. I wish you all the best,” she said.

“You too,” Ace smiled.

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RUIZ MANSION**

“How’s your mom doing now?” Camila asked as Alejandro ended his call.

“She finally fell asleep,” Alejandro sighed.

“No parent wants to bury their own child. I hope she recovers soon,” Camila murmured.

“Hmm,” Alejandro nodded. “I spoke to my grandparents earlier. They were saddened by Valeria’s death and regretted not spending more time with her. They’ve asked us to visit tomorrow, and there’s no room for rejection,” Alejandro informed.

“But aren’t your grandparents in Texas?” Camila asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Don’t worry; my private jet will get us there on time. We’ve been working so much lately. For once, I want to relax—with you by my side,” Alejandro said, making Camila smile.

“One more thing—I don’t know if you’re aware, but Chandler told me,” Alejandro added.

“What did he tell you?” Camila asked.

“He told me that Lucia married her bodyguard,” he replied, and Camila’s eyes nearly popped out in shock.

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“Hi. Please, come in,” George offered, stepping aside.

“No need. I just came to give you this,” Chandler said, handing George a passport. “Go back to Mexico and forget about my sister. She’s getting married tomorrow.”

“What?” George’s eyes widened in shock. “That can’t be true. How could she be getting married tomorrow?” he asked, struggling to process what Chandler was telling him.

“It’s for our family’s sake, and you know you don’t fit anywhere in our world, George,” Chandler said, gripping George’s shoulders. “I know you love my sister, but neither of you needs this, trust me.”

George slapped Chandler’s hand away. “You don’t get to tell us what we want or don’t want. She can’t get married tomorrow.”

“You know you’re a pretty awful big brother,” George added, glaring at Chandler. “You really want your sister to marry Fernando? Playboy Fernando, who doesn’t understand what commitment means?” George asked in disgust.

“Get over it, George! She wouldn’t choose you anyway,” Chandler retorted.

“She’ll have to tell me that herself for me to believe it,” George replied, shoving past Chandler and running out.

Chandler sighed, unsure of what else to do.

••••

George sprinted to Lucia’s parents’ house. He tried to open the gate, but the guards blocked his path.

“Who are you?” one guard asked.

“I need to see Lucia,” George replied.

“And how exactly do you know Lucia?” another guard questioned.

“He must be the unlucky boyfriend her father doesn’t approve of,” a guard sneered.

“Let me see Lucia,” George pleaded.

“Give it up, man. You’re not in her league—you’re just one of us. How are you going to win a girl way above your level?” the first guard mocked, making the others laugh.

“Besides, she’s marrying a rich, handsome man tomorrow, and I don’t think you can stop that,” another guard added.

George scoffed and tried pushing past them.

“Lucia! Lucia, it’s me—George! It’s George, Lucia!” he yelled as loudly as he could.

“Get yourself together!” a guard shouted, kicking him, but George kept screaming her name.

“What’s going on here?” a commanding voice asked, silencing everyone as Mr. Landon approached.

“And why are you here?” he demanded, looking at George with disdain.

“Please, sir, can I see your daughter?” George asked.

Mr. Landon stared at him for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“Didn’t you hear? She’s getting married tomorrow.”

“I need to hear that directly from her before I believe it,” George replied firmly.

“Ridiculous. You think I care what someone like you thinks? Just go home while I’m being kind and forget about my daughter. The Landons will never accept you,” Mr. Landon said coldly.

“I know I don’t fit the son-in-law image you have in mind, but I’m willing to work on it. Just don’t take Lucia away from me,” George begged.

Mr. Landon chuckled again.

“Let me ask you something, George. What were you thinking when you agreed to be Lucia’s bodyguard?”

“I—”

“You thought about the money, didn’t you? Because a man like you has never seen such an amount. But something tells me it wasn’t just the money—you did it because of someone, right?” Mr. Landon asked.

George fell silent.

“Now you’re being foolish. You left her behind and chased after someone way above your level. Isn’t that disappointing?” Mr. Landon asked thoughtfully.

George remained silent.

“Go home, George. Focus on your own life and leave my daughter alone. You’ll never be together,” Mr. Landon added before turning back to the house.

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PRESENT DAY; AIRPORT**

Lucia’s car stopped at the airport. She didn’t wait for the driver to open her door; she stepped out in her wedding gown. All eyes were on her, probably wondering if she was out of her mind, but she kept running.

“Why is she in a wedding gown?”

“Is she alright?”

“What’s going on?”

People murmured, but Lucia ignored them. She reached the reception desk. “Hi, I’m looking for someone named George Williams,” she said.

“Just a moment,” the receptionist replied, trying not to look too bewildered.

“George Williams. I found him. He booked third class, and his flight will be boarding any minute,” the receptionist informed her.

“Oh no!” Lucia whispered, then ran to the boarding gate for third class. She scanned the crowd, watching as names were called and people filed toward the plane.

Luckily, George was just about to board when she arrived.

“George!” she screamed. He froze, turning around in disbelief.

“Lucia?” he stammered.

“George,” Lucia whispered, tears in her eyes.

George dropped everything and ran to her. She threw herself into his arms, and he hugged her tightly, lifting her off the ground in excitement.

“You didn’t get married after all?” he asked.

“I ran away. Were you really going to leave me all alone?” Lucia cried.

“I came to find you when I heard you were getting married tomorrow. I stayed until morning but eventually left. I didn’t want to be the reason you had issues with your family,” George replied.

“It’s fine; I already have issues with them,” she said with a wry smile. “Not only did I run away, but I also stole these,” she added, handing him a box.

George opened it to find two wedding rings inside. He looked at her, wide-eyed.

“Come on, this dress is too beautiful to waste,” she murmured.

George chuckled and took the ring. Holding her hand, he said, “Lucia, I’ve never met anyone like you. You make me do the craziest things I could never imagine.”

“Lucia, I love you, and I can’t picture my life with anyone else. Will you marry me? Will you spend the rest of our lives together?” he asked.

“Yes,” Lucia replied, smiling.

“Then I promise to take you as my lawful wife, to stand by you whenever you need me, grow old together, and love you forever,” he said, slipping the ring onto her finger.

“I promise to take you as my lawful husband. I promise to love you, to support you, and to be a positive partner no matter what. I love you, George,” she smiled, placing the ring on his finger.

George pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers, sharing a passionate kiss. They pulled away only when they heard applause around them, realizing they were still at the airport.

“We just got married, everyone!” Lucia shouted happily.

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THE NEXT DAY; POLICE STATION**

Daniella was sobbing uncontrollably, with Camila doing her best to comfort her. Sebastian was speaking to an officer while Alejandro stood by with Isabella. Early that morning, they’d received the tragic news of Valeria’s death.

“I want that boy to rot in jail for what he did to my daughter!” Daniella cried out as a police officer escorted Alan into the station. Paparazzi swarmed, snapping pictures.

Inside the interrogation room, Alan sat facing the police.

“Why did you push her?” the interrogator asked, staring intensely at him.

“I didn’t push her,” Alan replied calmly.

“I’ll ask again,” the interrogator said, pulling out a taser.

“Officer, we had no relationship. The question you should be asking is why she was at my place so late at night, armed with a knife,” Alan said, giving him a cold, detached look.

The interrogator motioned to an officer. “Bring his belongings here.”

The officer returned shortly with Alan’s bag, which the interrogator emptied onto the table.

“Why do you have her taser?” he demanded.

Alan smirked but remained silent. The interrogator slammed his hand on the table. “Answer me, damn it!”

“I took it so she wouldn’t use it on me,” Alan replied.

“And why do you have a duplicate of her car keys?” the interrogator asked again.

Alan sighed. “I had it because I wanted to talk to her. Why don’t you take my phone and check the video on it?” he said, tiredly.

The interrogator took his phone and handed it back to Alan. “Open it.”

Alan unlocked the phone and showed the interrogator a video. “My room is also under CCTV surveillance, just in case anything goes wrong. That’s a clear video of what happened last night,” Alan explained while the interrogator watched.

“She could have survived, Officer, but she chose not to. There’s no footage of what happened down there, but when she fell, she still had something to hold onto. She chose to let go so this would happen,” Alan explained.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“You’re telling me he’s not guilty and my daughter committed suicide?” Daniella yelled at the police officer, tears streaming down her face.

“We hate to break that to you, but that’s sadly the case. A report from her school mentioned that she bullied others,” the officer replied.

“I just don’t believe this. Valeria was a good kid, and I’m not letting this go. My daughter died tragically at a very young age. If you can’t help me look into this properly, then I’ll just do it myself!” Daniella said before storming out of the station.

On her way outside, she met Alan leaving with his friend, Elijah. Daniella angrily pointed at them.

“You two killed my daughter. She used to date you!” She tried to launch herself toward Elijah, but Sebastian quickly restrained her.

“Let’s go, darling. Don’t do this here,” Sebastian said calmly, guiding her to the car. Isabella helped Daniella settle down.

“I’ll take it from here, Alejandro. You can go now. Your mother is not in a good mood,” Sebastian said to Alejandro, who nodded and got into the car.

Camila sighed, looking at Alejandro. “I can’t believe it. She was so young. Why would she do that to herself?” she said softly, her voice breaking.

“You know, Isabella always complained about how your sister gave her a hard time in school, but I always told her to try to get along since we’re all family. But now… we’ll never know,” Camila cried, and Alejandro hugged her, gently patting her back and kissing her hair.

“If I had been there for her as an older brother, maybe she would have learned a thing or two, and she wouldn’t have died now,” he said, saddened.

“Don’t blame yourself,” Camila pulled away from the hug.

He offered a small smile and cupped her cheek. “I wasn’t there for her or my family when I should have been. It’s too late to undo that now, but I can start mending things.”

“Camila, I promise you. I won’t fail you as a partner, as a husband. I’ll always be here for you, okay?” he said, and Camila nodded.

He pulled her in for a hug.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

LUCIA’S PLACE**

“Ma’am, please wake up. If you don’t, I’m going to lose my job,” Sarah pleaded. She had been trying to get Lucia out of bed for so long, but Lucia refused.

“Please,” she begged again, but still no response. Sarah sighed and left the room, finding Mr. and Mrs. Landon waiting outside.

“She won’t get out of bed, and I don’t know how else to convince her,” Sarah said quietly.

“Do you want to lose your job, Sarah?” Mr. Landon asked sternly.

“No, sir,” Sarah shook her head immediately.

“Remember, you have a family to feed. If I fire you, you won’t find another paying job like this. So go in there and make sure that brat is ready for marriage!” Mr. Landon ordered.

Sarah nodded and returned to the room, only to find Lucia already up.

“It’s okay for you not to lose your job, but it’s okay for me to ruin my life,” Lucia said with lifeless eyes before going to the bathroom to shower.

A few minutes later, Lucia was dressed in her wedding gown and makeup.

“You look beautiful,” Mrs. Landon said, standing behind Lucia, but Lucia paid no attention, her gaze empty as she looked at her reflection.

Mrs. Landon sighed and took Lucia’s hand, placing a small box in it.

“Your father is in the bathroom, and I’ve spoken to the guards to let you go,” she said.

Lucia slowly looked at her mother. “What?”

“I know how it feels to be tied to someone you have no interest in. I still remember what I went through when my parents forced me to marry your father. Sometimes, I wish I had done what you’re doing now and fought for myself. Maybe things would be different. But I have you now, so I don’t regret a thing,” Mrs. Landon said, wiping tears from her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Lucia mumbled with tear-filled eyes.

“You don’t have to be sorry. If you don’t leave for the airport now, you might never see George again,” Mrs. Landon said.

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LUCIA’S PLACE CONTINUED***

“This isn’t up for discussion. Your mother and I have decided to move up the date of your marriage—sooner than you think,” Mr. Landon said firmly.

“How soon?” Lucia whispered, her heart sinking.

“Lucia, baby…” Mrs. Landon gave her a sympathetic look. “You’re getting married tomorrow.”

“What?” Lucia almost screamed.

“You left us no choice, Lucia,” Mr. Landon replied, his tone void of remorse. “You’ve been engaged to Fernando since you were a child. Why would you go and get involved with your bodyguard, of all people? The boy has no status!” he added, disappointed.

“But it doesn’t matter, Dad. I love him,” Lucia cried.

“You finally admit you love him, you foolish girl!” Mr. Landon shouted so loudly that he began to cough. Mrs. Landon rubbed his back to calm him down.

“I don’t care anymore, Dad. I’m leaving this house and going to the man you despise!” Lucia said angrily, opening the door, but the guards blocked her path.

“Move out of my way!” she demanded, trying to slip past them, but they blocked her again. “Get out of my way! Are you all willing to lose your jobs?” she yelled.

“They’re following orders, Lucia,” Mr. Landon replied, nodding at a guard who swiftly took Lucia’s phone from her.

“Hey!” Lucia shouted, but the guard handed the phone to her father.

“Sarah!” Mr. Landon called, and a middle-aged maid entered.

“Escort Lucia to her room. Ensure she sleeps early to be well-rested for her wedding tomorrow,” he ordered.

Sarah approached Lucia cautiously, but Lucia shot her a deadly glare. “Don’t you dare touch me! No one is to speak to me again!” she screamed in anguish before running to her room and slamming the door.

“Do you think we were too harsh on her?” Mrs. Landon asked, glancing toward Lucia’s room.

“There’s nothing harsh about it! This is all for the family’s sake, and if she can’t handle it, that’s her problem!” Mr. Landon scoffed, turning his attention back to Sarah.

“Make sure she’s up early tomorrow. I don’t care what stunt she pulls; she must be dressed and ready for the wedding, or you can kiss your job goodbye. Understand?” he said, giving her a clear warning.

Sarah gulped; she’d been working here for ten years and had nowhere else to go.

“Understood, sir,” she nodded.

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EVENING, ALAN’S PLACE***

Valeria’s car pulled up at the back of the house. She got out and adjusted her hoodie, dressed head-to-toe in black, with a loose fit to avoid any hindrance to her plans.

Two men exited the car, retrieving a ladder from the trunk. They set it up against the wall, one climbing to the house and then quietly opening the gate.

“It’s open,” the man whispered.

Valeria turned to them. “Both of you, keep an eye out, and if I call, break in immediately,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” they nodded.

Valeria entered the compound carefully. The door was locked, so she used a hairpin to pick it and snuck inside. The place was dark and quiet, but luckily, she knew the way to Alan’s room. Back when she was with Elijah, he’d taken her to all his friends’ houses.

Alan was the type to go to bed early. She reached his room and slowly pushed the door open. Alan was in bed, just as she expected, fast asleep.

She smirked, pulling out a small knife. Her hand trembled as she approached him.

“You’ve done this before, Valeria; it shouldn’t be that hard,” her mind echoed.

She took a deep breath and struck, stabbing multiple times, only to find an arranged pillow under the blanket.

“I had a feeling you’d try something like this,” Alan said, stepping out from behind her with his hands in his pockets. “I’ve finally helped you accept who you truly are,” he smirked.

“Yes, and I’m glad you did,” she replied, lunging at him with the knife again. Alan dodged, and Valeria began stabbing anything in her path.

“I’d rather die than watch you reveal anything about me! I won’t leave until you’re dead!” she screamed, charging at him, but missed and tripped, crashing into the glass window. It shattered, and she fell with a scream.

Alan’s eyes widened, realizing she’d fallen. He ran to check and, fortunately, saw her clinging to a brick ledge.

“Valeria, hang on! I’ll come to get you,” he said, but she gave him a menacing smile.

“I’ll let go myself. The police will come rushing in, and what will they think when they see a dead girl on your property? You’ll be in serious trouble, Alan,” she sneered, laughing hysterically.

“Valeria, don’t!” Alan shouted in alarm, but she released her fingers, letting gravity take her.

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Camila couldn’t complete her words when Alejandro pulled her towards him and forcefully pressed his lips on hers, shutting her up with a kiss.

She gripped his shirt tightly, trying to pull away, but he held her fast. His tongue delved deep, staking his claim as he kissed her with an unrelenting passion. By the time he pulled back, Camila was left gasping for air.

Once she caught her breath, she didn’t hesitate—she slapped him hard across the face. Alejandro blinked, stunned. No one had ever dared to slap him before.

Camila immediately regretted it, but her anger kept her from apologizing.

“You can’t just kiss me and expect everything to magically be okay!” she shouted, her voice shaking with emotion. “It doesn’t work that way!”

Alejandro dropped his hand from his face, his expression unreadable. “Would slapping me again make you feel better?” he asked quietly.

“I just want to go home,” Camila muttered, her voice soft but firm.

Alejandro nodded slowly. “At least let me drive you.”

“I want to go alone, Alejandro,” she insisted.

“Camila, please,” he begged, stepping closer, but she backed away.

“I know I was a jerk this morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day, which is why I came to find you.” He sounded desperate now, but Camila turned her gaze elsewhere, refusing to look at him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Seeing those cakes and balloons… it brought back things I’ve been trying to forget. I swear, one day I’ll tell you everything, Camila. But right now… I’m not ready.” His voice cracked, the vulnerability in his tone catching her attention.

“The day’s not over yet. If you’re still interested, I could take you out—wherever you want to go—for my birthday.”

Camila finally met his gaze, her eyes searching his.

“It’s okay if you don’t like birthdays,” she murmured. “I won’t force you.”

“I want to go,” he assured her. “You put in so much effort. Diego told me you didn’t even sleep last night. I can’t believe I hurt you like that.” Alejandro’s voice was thick with self-reproach as he stepped closer, gently taking her hand.

“I know it sounds crazy, but hurting you… it was all I could think about. And I hated myself for it. You know I would never want to hurt you,” he said, shaking his head as if to clear away his thoughts.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, frustrated. “You had to cry in the arms of that bastard, and it’s all my fault.” His fingers brushed her cheeks, wiping away the last of her tears.

“This is the last time, Camila. The last time I’ll ever make you cry,” he vowed, his voice resolute. “Now, let’s go home. You need a shower. That bastard hugged you, and I can still smell his cologne on you.”

He extended his hand, waiting for her to accept it.

Camila hesitated, studying him for a long moment before finally taking his hand. He smiled softly and led her to the car.

“You need a good shower,” Alejandro said as they buckled in. “Scrub that man’s scent off you. I can still smell his damn perfume.”

Camila scoffed. “No.”

“Please, Camila, don’t torture me like this. I’ll do anything, just… get his scent off you.”

“Are you going back to the office today?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Do you want me to?” He glanced at her. “If you say no, I’ll stay with you.”

“It’s your birthday, Alejandro. You shouldn’t be working. Call Diego and tell him to handle everything,” Camila commanded.

“Yes, ma’am!” Alejandro grinned as he pulled out his phone, quickly dialing Diego. After a brief conversation, he hung up. “Done!”

“Good,” Camila said, leaning back in her seat.

“Do you see how much power you have over me? No one has ever made me leave work halfway before. You’re something else, Camila,” he said, driving off.

Camila stayed silent, her gaze drifting to his cheek where she’d slapped him earlier. A pang of guilt hit her as she noticed the faint redness.

“Does it still hurt?” she asked, lightly touching his face.

“Nah,” Alejandro shrugged. “I deserved it. Hell, I’d give you a gun and let you shoot me for what I put you through.”

“I never want to hurt you, Alejandro,” Camila said softly. “Not on your birthday.”

“I told you, it’s fine. But if you really want to make it up to me, when we get home, shower. Wear my clothes, use my cologne—anything to get that bastard’s scent out of my head.”

Camila couldn’t help but smile.

When they arrived home, Alejandro opened the car door for her and led her inside.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll have the maids make it for you,” he offered as they entered their bedroom.

“I’ll think about that later. First, let me take a shower and get rid of this ‘bastard’s’ scent,” she teased, stripping off her clothes. She didn’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched her undress.

“Need company?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Camila smirked before disappearing into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the water cascade over her body. Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong hands cup her breasts from behind.

“I swear, I couldn’t think straight out there,” Alejandro growled, pressing his lips to her ear. “You get sexier every day.” He nibbled on her earlobe before trailing soft kisses down her neck.

Camila spun around, and he immediately captured her lips in another heated kiss. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her to the wall.

“It hasn’t even been 24 hours since we fought, but I’ve missed you so damn much,” he groaned before taking one of her breasts into his mouth.

Camila moaned, tilting her head back. Alejandro swiftly entered her, his thrusts deep and powerful. She gripped his shoulders, matching his rhythm with every movement.

“Fuck,” Alejandro moaned as he felt her tighten around him. “I’m close, Camila. I’m not pulling out—I want to come inside you.”

“Do whatever you want, hubby,” Camila gasped, her nails digging into his skin.

Alejandro’s movements became erratic as he lost control. “I’m coming… fuck, fuck!” He buried his face in her neck, his body trembling as he released himself inside her.

They were both panting, but Alejandro didn’t set her down.

“That’s one son,” he murmured, his voice laced with mischief. “Now for a daughter, and then another son… We’re going for quadruplets.”

“Alejandro, you’re crazy!” Camila laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said, turning off the shower and carrying her out of the bathroom.

“But I haven’t finished my shower!” Camila protested between giggles.

“You’ll finish once I’m done with you,” Alejandro shot back with a wicked grin.

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THE RED LION PUB***

Camila had come here for her lunch break, but Alejandro’s cold reaction earlier kept playing in her mind. She sat at the counter, massaging her temples.

“Can I get your best drink, please?” she asked tiredly.

The bartender handed her a menu, and she ordered a cocktail. It was soon served, and she took a sip, trying to relax.

“Drinking alone in the afternoon? Marriage troubles?” a familiar voice teased, taking the seat beside her.

Camila didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“Who said you could sit here?”

“It’s a pub, Camila. Anyone can sit anywhere,” Rafael replied casually, eyeing her drink. “That looks refreshing. What’s it called?”

“There’s a menu. You don’t have to talk to me,” Camila snapped.

“We’re not enemies, Camila. I’m just rivals with your husband,” Rafael shrugged.

“A rival who doesn’t know how to play fair. You should be ashamed,” Camila scoffed.

Rafael smirked and turned to the bartender. “I’ll have what she’s having.”

As the bartender prepared his drink, Rafael continued, “It’s business, my dear. No one plays fair. So, what did he do this time? Why are you drinking alone?”

“None of your business,” Camila muttered.

Rafael chuckled to himself. “You’re defending him, yet he left you here, alone in the middle of the day.”

“Watch your mouth, Rafael!” Camila shot him a glare.

“My bad,” Rafael pretended to zip his lips as the bartender handed him his drink. He thanked him and took a sip.

They sat in silence until a woman took the stage.

“Good afternoon, everyone! Sorry to interrupt, but I need your help singing a birthday song for my husband,” she said, holding a microphone. “He’s been working hard all his life, and I brought him to his favorite pub today to celebrate.”

“Honey, you didn’t have to do this,” a man somewhere in the crowd said, flustered.

The woman ignored him. “On the count of three, everyone!”

As the crowd began singing, Camila watched them, sipping her drink. She couldn’t help but think of what had happened earlier. She had only wanted to surprise Alejandro, but he’d reacted so coldly.

It was too much. She stood up abruptly and left the pub. Rafael followed her.

“Camila, are you okay?” he asked, grabbing her hand as she reached her car. To his surprise, she was crying.

“You’re crying,” he said, shocked.

“Just leave me alone, Rafael! What do you want from me? I’m married!” she shouted through her tears.

“I don’t care, Camila! If you were mine, I’d never let you feel this way. I wouldn’t let you end up in a pub, crying in the middle of the day. I’d make sure you never shed a tear!” Rafael shouted back.

Camila stood frozen, speechless. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out—only more tears.

Rafael pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “It’s okay. Let it out,” he whispered, gently stroking her hair as she sobbed.

A car pulled up before them and Alejandro stepped down, he did not look happy.

“Camila, what are you doing with him?” He tried to control his anger as he watched his hands on his pocket.

Camila pulled away from the hug, seeing Alejandro standing and looking angry began making her blood boil.

“Come here Camila!” Alejandro ordered.

“I’m not going anywhere with you” She replied angrily.

“You don’t just hurt her and expect her to walk back to you. What is wrong with you Alejandro” Rafael said but Alejandro glared at him in reply.

He faced Camila again.

“Let’s go home Camila” He said again.

“Are you deaf Alejandro? I’m not coming anywhere with you. If my decisions don’t matter to you then you’ll have to learn to start getting used to it!” Camila replied stubbornly.

Alejandro’s jaw clenched, he walked towards her and grabbed her hands to pull her but Rafael held her other hand.

“She said she’s not going anywhere with you!” Rafael gave him a thick glare.

Alejandro could feel his blood boiling, he was holding back the urge to throw Rafael a bloody punch on his face.

“Let her go!” Alejandro said dangerously.

“You let her go!”

Camila freed her hands from the both of them.

“Or the both of you can leave me and stay the fuck away from my life!” She yelled before going to her car and driving off.

Alejandro didn’t have the time to argue with Rafael, he entered his car to follow Camila while Rafael stood there, clenching his fist.

•••

Camila checked her car window and she could see Alejandro following her behind. She increased her car speed.

“Camila you’ll have to stop this nonsense!” Alejandro murmured, increasing the speed of his car to meet up with her.

They both drove like they didn’t have control of their car and at last, Alejandro’s car moved past Camila’s car, he blocked her so he won’t be able to move.

“Camila this has to stop” He said, coming down from his car.

Camila angrily came down from the car and walked to him.

“What the hell do you want from me! I didn’t sleep last night! I just wanted to surprise you because you work too much that you don’t even have time for yourself and your birthday but you made me feel like sh*t!” She yelled at him.

“Camila-” Alejandro wanted to talk but Camila was not done.

“If you didn’t like birthdays, you would have just told me earlier or a simple thank you I appreciate even though you were not going to eat the fucking cake would have been great!” She yelled again, crying.

“Camila-”

“Then you had to remind me that you still held on to those dumbass rules you invented. You made me look fucking stupid Alejandro, I hate you! I hate you!” Camila began hitting his chest and crying.

“I don’t want to see you again! Why don’t you just go work yourself out. Do you need me to tell Diego to add more-

She couldn’t complete her words when Alejandro pulled her towards him and forcefully pressed his lips on hers, shutting her up with a kiss.

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“Happy birthday!” Camila shouted, throwing confetti at him, but Alejandro stood still, looking as though he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

His fists clenched tightly, his eyes darkening with anger. He was taken back to his childhood, a small house, balloons, and a cake…

“Who did this?” His voice was a dangerous whisper, trying to control his fury.

Diego and Camila exchanged nervous glances.

“I thought…” Camila began, but Diego interrupted her.

“I planned it, boss. I noticed you’ve never celebrated your birthday, so I wanted to do something special for you,” Diego explained.

Alejandro shot him a blood-chilling glare, and Camila felt a wave of fear. She had never seen him like this before.

“Do you want to lose your job?” Alejandro asked coldly.

“No, boss,” Diego shook his head.

“Then get this mess out of my office—now!” Alejandro commanded before storming off.

Camila swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t expect him to react this way,” Diego apologized.

“It’s fine, Diego. Just share the cake with the employees instead of wasting it. But take the balloons away,” Camila muttered.

Diego nodded, calling the cleaners to remove the decorations. He instructed them to distribute the cake.

“I hope you’re not too upset, ma’am. You spent so much time planning this,” Diego said with concern.

“I’m fine,” Camila forced a weak smile.

Minutes later, Alejandro returned. His face was clean, the confetti gone, but he ignored Camila and walked straight to his desk.

“What’s my schedule for the day?” he asked Diego without looking up.

“There’s a meeting with Mr. Mo from China, and in the afternoon, you have a lesson with your new Irish teacher—”

“Hand me the list,” Alejandro interrupted, holding out his hand. Diego quickly handed over the document. Alejandro scanned it, his face twisting with displeasure.

“Is this all I have for today?” he asked, clearly unimpressed.

“Yes, boss,” Diego answered cautiously.

“Add more to it. I don’t have time to waste,” Alejandro said, handing back the list. Diego nodded and left.

Alejandro turned to his laptop, ignoring Camila. She bit her lip, gathering the courage to speak.

“Hubby?” she called softly, but there was no response.

“Hubby?” she repeated, but he continued typing as if he hadn’t heard her.

“Alejandro,” she said firmly, and this time he looked up. Camila’s heart ached at the coldness in his eyes, but she pressed on.

“I know you’re upset, but I just wanted to do something nice for you,” she mumbled.

“You should’ve minded your own business, Camila,” Alejandro replied, and for the first time in a while, he said her name.

“I’m sorry,” Camila whispered, her chest tightening with emotion.

“You forget things too easily, Camila,” Alejandro continued. “I made it clear in my rules—my business is mine alone.”

Rules? He still held onto those? Camila could hardly believe it.

“I’ve updated your schedule, boss,” Diego said, re-entering the room. He immediately sensed the tension between Alejandro and Camila.

Camila stood abruptly and walked out. Alejandro’s eyes followed her until she shut the door behind her. Diego had more to say but wisely kept silent.

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LUCIA’S PLACE***

Lucia watched George cook with admiration, smiling as he skillfully handled the fries and chopped vegetables.

“Who taught you to cook like this?” she asked, impressed as she tasted the mashed potatoes.

“My grandma,” he replied, adding oil to a pot. The flames that rose startled Lucia, making her jump from her chair.

“Where’s the fire extinguisher!” she shrieked, running around in a panic. George simply stood there, arms crossed, amused.

She finally found the extinguisher but paused when she realized there was no fire.

“Where did the fire go?” she asked, bewildered.

George gently took the extinguisher from her hands. “If you’d let me explain, I would’ve told you it wasn’t real fire,” he said, smirking.

“Oh,” Lucia mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed. George chuckled.

“How’s your grandma?” Lucia asked, resuming her seat.

“What about your family? You’ve never talked much about them,” she added.

George’s expression tightened, focusing on the food in front of him.

“George?” she called again, but instead of answering, he presented a spoonful of soup to her.

“Can you taste this for seasoning?” he asked.

Lucia got the message—he didn’t want to talk about it, so she didn’t push. She tasted the soup, and her eyes lit up in delight.

“It’s delicious! You should open your own restaurant one day,” she said.

“Oh, please. Don’t flatter me,” George playfully rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious! I don’t know whether to be jealous or happy. I can’t cook, and my mom’s always on my case about it. She says no man will marry a woman who can’t cook,” Lucia pouted.

“That’s nonsense! I don’t care if you can’t cook—I’d cook for you every day,” George winked.

“Cheesy,” Lucia giggled.

George turned off the stove, having finished. He plated the food and, with a smile, lifted her onto the counter.

“Open up,” he said, feeding her a spoonful.

Lucia smiled and ate, then returned the gesture, feeding him. They laughed and ate together, enjoying each other’s company.

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BRIARWOOD SCHOOL****

“This is where the two of you will be locked until 5 PM. Before you leave, you both will submit a list of things you like about each other. If you fail to do so, you’ll be back here for detention tomorrow,” Principal Laurel said as she escorted Isabella and Valeria into the detention room.

“Have fun! See you both at five!” Principal Laurel waved before leaving, making sure to lock the door behind her.

“I have nothing good to say about you!” Isabella sneered as she took her seat.

“Same here. Maybe we should write a list of things we hate about each other,” Valeria smirked.

“Whatever,” Isabella rolled her eyes, crossing her legs and looking away.

Valeria shook her head, walking to her seat.

“I can’t believe Principal Laurel took our phones. We’re not kids anymore, right?” Valeria grumbled.

“And I can’t believe you got Chappell expelled,” Isabella spat.

“I didn’t get anyone expelled. She did something unworthy of her age. She’s to blame,” Valeria shrugged.

“She would’ve been fine if you hadn’t posted that video.”

“I think she would’ve been fine if she hadn’t recorded herself in the first place. You think I actually have time to watch that?” Valeria laughed.

“I don’t care what she did—it was her right! It was her privacy! Hasn’t anyone taught you about that?” Isabella fumed.

“Oh, please,” Valeria rolled her eyes, completely unapologetic.

“If someone shared something deeply personal about you with the world, how would you feel?” Isabella pressed.

Valeria was silent for a moment before smirking. “I’m an open book. What’s there to hide?”

“I don’t believe that. You know the psychology of bullies, right? They’re insecure. To feel better about themselves, they pick on others. I think you’re incredibly insecure, Valeria.”

Valeria burst out laughing. “You’re hilarious, Isabella. A real comedian.” She wiped a tear from her eye and stood, moving to another spot in the room.

“You’re insecure, Valeria. That’s why you bully others—to cover up how bad you feel about yourself!” Isabella repeated.

Valeria suddenly turned toward her, fury in her eyes.

“Look at me, Isabella! I’m beautiful, I’m smart, I’m sexy! Why the hell would I be insecure?” she yelled, her face flushed with anger, startling Isabella.

There was a tense silence before Isabella spoke softly, “I thought I might find something good to write about you, but I was wrong. You’re awful.”

“I didn’t even try because, honestly, what good could I find in you?” Valeria scoffed.

“How do your parents even like you?” Isabella mused aloud.

“How does anyone like you? A shapeshifting tramp who stole her best friend’s crush and then dumped him for a gay guy,” Valeria huffed.

“Is that all you’ve got on me, Valeria?” Isabella asked calmly.

“You wish,” Valeria rolled her eyes and slumped into another chair.

The two continued to bicker until the door opened and Principal Laurel walked in.

“Detention’s over. What did you two write about each other?” she asked, hopeful.

“There’s absolutely nothing good to say about her, Principal Laurel. If you lock us up again tomorrow, you’ll get the same result,” Isabella replied.

“Can I just have my phone back, Principal Laurel?” Valeria asked, holding out her hand.

Principal Laurel sighed, handing them their phones. They didn’t waste any time before leaving.

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EVENING: RUIZ MANSION***

Camila and Alejandro had just finished dinner. Alejandro was in the bathroom, preparing for bed when Camila’s phone pinged with a message from Diego. She opened it to find a photo of Alejandro’s bio-data. The most surprising thing? His birthday was tomorrow.

“So soon?” she gasped, jumping up from the bed and stepping onto the balcony. She quickly called Diego, who picked up after the first ring.

“Are you serious? His birthday is tomorrow?” she whispered, making sure Alejandro wouldn’t overhear.

“I’m as shocked as you, ma’am. I never really paid attention because the boss never celebrates his birthday,” Diego replied.

“We need to do something! Quickly!” Camila glanced over her shoulder to ensure Alejandro wasn’t coming out of the bathroom.

“Any ideas, ma’am?” Diego asked.

“We could surprise him with a cake early in the morning, maybe some balloons too. I’ll place an order with a trusted bakery, but it needs to be set up before he gets to the office tomorrow,” Camila said.

“Understood, ma’am!”

“Thanks, Diego. I’ll text you the details,” she said, hanging up and walking back into the room. Alejandro had stepped out of the shower and was drying his hair with a towel.

“What were you doing on the balcony?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“The network was bad in here, and Lucia had something to tell me, so I had to step out,” Camila replied, trying not to sound suspicious.

Alejandro shrugged, grabbing his joggers and pulling them on.

“You should get some sleep. Tomorrow’s another busy day,” he said, gesturing toward the bed.

Camila nodded and lay down beside him, snuggling close to his chest, holding him tight.

“Goodnight,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Goodnight,” he kissed her forehead, but Camila didn’t sleep much that night.

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LUCIA’S PLACE**

George was woken up by the repeated sound of the doorbell. Groggily, he looked over at Lucia, still fast asleep beside him. He got up, slipped on some shorts, and went to see who it was.

It was Fernando. George nearly rolled his eyes.

Fernando didn’t like the sight of him shirtless in Lucia’s home. He tried to barge in, but George blocked him.

“She’s sleeping, and she doesn’t want to be disturbed,” George said firmly.

“She’s my fiancée,” Fernando gritted his teeth.

“And I’m her personal bodyguard,” George crossed his arms, giving him a flat, unyielding stare.

“What’s going on?” Lucia appeared behind George, pulling her bathrobe tighter around herself.

Fernando laughed bitterly.

“So, you slept with this bastard?” he fumed.

“The only bastard here is you. Now get out!” Lucia glared at him.

“We’ll see what your parents have to say about this,” Fernando muttered before storming off.

George closed the door behind him.

“Sorry he woke you,” he murmured.

“It’s fine,” Lucia replied.

George sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t stand him. Especially now that I’ve already tasted you.”

“Do you want me to leave him?” Lucia teased with a small smile.

“Would it be so bad if I said yes?” he raised his eyebrows.

“No,” Lucia chuckled before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss, lifted her into his arms, and carried her back to the bedroom.

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NEXT DAY: RUIZ ROYAL ESTATE***

Alejandro arrived at the company, with Camila eager for him to reach his office. Diego had texted her earlier that the cake and balloons had already been delivered.

When Alejandro entered his office, it was unusually dark. A second later, the lights flicked on.

“Happy birthday!” Camila shouted, throwing confetti at him, but Alejandro just stood there, completely still, looking as though he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

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Lucia stood before him, completely naked save for the towel wrapped around her hair. His eyes widened in shock, his heart pounding as a wave of forbidden desire washed over him.

“Lucia… you did not just do this,” he rasped, his voice heavy with lust.

“You can turn away… or take me to the counter,” Lucia smirked. George wanted to turn away, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from her. The most tempting part of her body was her small breàsts, with their perfectly pointed nïpples.

“Fuck!” George stormed toward her and lifted her up. He carried her to the counter, standing between her legs before pressing his lips onto hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Lucia wrapped her arms around his neck, responding with fiery passion.

George’s lips moved from hers to her jawline, trailing kisses down to her neck. Lucia threw her head back, moaning.

“So good,” she murmured.

His hand wandered to her breàsts, squeezing them gently. “They’re small, but I love them, especially your pointy nïpples,” he whispered, tugging at them teasingly.

“Ahhh,” Lucia moaned, arching her back in pleasure.

George’s mouth latched onto one of her breàsts, sucking gently as his other hand caressed her thighs, teasing her, getting close but pulling away each time.

“Stop teasing already!” Lucia groaned in frustration.

“Stop what?” George asked, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Stop playing with me and touch me!” she sighed, exasperated.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he teased further.

“My pûssy. Use your fingers, George, or I’ll do it myself!” she moaned.

Lust flickered in George’s eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was her boldness or the thought of her touching herself that aroused him more.

“Touch yourself. I want to watch,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.

Lucia smirked, lifting two fingers to his face. “Lick them,” she ordered.

George’s eyes darkened with arousal, but he complied, taking her fingers into his mouth, his gaze never leaving hers. He sucked them slowly, wetting them before releasing them with a soft pop.

“I’ll sit here and watch you,” he said, pulling a stool from the kitchen and positioning himself to enjoy the view.

Lucia spread her legs wider, as George had instructed, and began massaging her pussy slowly before sliding her fingers inside. Her head fell back in pleasure as her fingers worked faster.

“Don’t close your eyes,” George ordered. “I want you to look at me.”

Lucia opened her eyes, meeting his intense gaze, which only turned her on more. She increased her pace, her fingers moving in and out more rapidly. George was visibly hard, the bulge in his shorts threatening to burst free.

“Look at you. You haven’t even touched me, and you’re already hard,” Lucia said with a smile.

“I can’t help it. You look so damn sexy touching yourself,” George groaned.

“What if I want you to touch yourself too?” she teased.

“Fuck! You really want that?” he asked.

“Yes! I want you to pull out that dîck and stroke it. It’s been begging to be released,” Lucia smirked.

“Fine,” George growled as he undid his zipper, freeing his hard còck. He began stroking it slowly, matching Lucia’s pace.

“Ahhh, George!” Lucia cried out.

“What’s wrong, baby?” George asked, panting.

“I’m going to cum,” she moaned, bracing herself with her elbow.

“No, no, baby. Don’t cum yet. I haven’t even started with you,” George pleaded.

“I can’t… I need to,” Lucia whimpered.

“Fuck!” George cursed under his breath. In one swift motion, he lifted her from the counter and carried her to the bedroom, throwing her on the bed and stripping off the rest of his clothes.

“I don’t care if you cum a hundred times. I’m going to fuck that sweet pûssy of yours,” he growled, sliding his cock inside her.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Lucia screamed, barely able to catch her breath as George began thrusting into her, hard and fast. Her nails dug into his back, unsure whether she wanted him to stop or go faster.

“I don’t have a condom on!” George gasped between thrusts.

“I don’t either, but just make sure you pull out, okay?” Lucia replied breathlessly.

George continued moving, harder and deeper.

“George, make sure you pull—” She couldn’t finish her sentence as her orgasm overtook her, her eyes rolling back.

“Fuuuck!” George hissed, using all his strength to pull out just in time, spilling his seed onto her stomach before collapsing beside her.

They both lay there, panting, staring at the ceiling.

“We can’t take that back,” George said in a low voice.

“I know,” Lucia mumbled.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, his heart racing, terrified of her answer.

“No,” Lucia smiled, turning to face him. “Do you?”

“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d be a fool to regret it,” George replied.

Lucia’s smile widened as she snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest.

“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me too,” she whispered.

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••••••••••••••

A few hours later, the meeting was over.
Camila walked towards Diego’s office, knocking gently and waiting patiently.

“Mrs. Ruiz, please come in,” Diego said, quickly opening the door for her.

“I don’t want to take much of your time. I just need a small favor,” Camila said softly.

“Anything for you, Mrs. Ruiz. Would you like to sit?” he offered, gesturing to a nearby chair.

“No need. Alejandro and I are starting to get along, as you probably know. We haven’t had the chance to discuss many personal things yet, but I was wondering if you know when his birthday is?” Camila asked, her voice sweet.

“I wish I could help, but Mr. Alejandro and I aren’t that close. He’s never mentioned his birthday to me,” Diego replied.

“Could you help me with his bio-data then? I’ve tried looking it up, but all I can find are his company achievements,” she said, sounding a little frustrated.

“I can definitely help with that, Mrs. Ruiz,” Diego nodded.

“Thank you,” Camila smiled gratefully before turning to leave.

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BRIARWOOD SCHOOL***

Valeria stood at her locker, flanked by Abby and Gloria, as they watched Chappell pack her belongings to leave. Chappell turned, shooting Valeria a hard glare.

“One day, you’ll get exactly what’s coming to you. Karma is real—keep that in mind!” Chappell warned.

“And I hope you tell your new friends at your new school why you were expelled from your former school,” Valeria retorted with a smirk, waving mockingly at her.

As Chappell left, Valeria turned to Gloria and Abby.

“You two won’t betray me, will you? Because you have no idea what I know about both of you,” she said, her voice sugar-sweet but laced with a dangerous edge.

“You can count on us, Valeria. We’re loyal friends,” Abby assured, and Gloria forced a nod in agreement.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

“Oops, it’s time for detention with that bitch Isabella. See you tomorrow?” Valeria asked, flashing them a smile.

“Tomorrow,” Gloria and Abby waved as she walked off. Gloria turned to Abby, fear written across her face.

“I don’t think we’re safe anymore,” she whispered nervously.

“Did you see what she did to Chappell? Let’s just stay on her good side, and we’ll be fine,” Abby replied, though Gloria’s fear remained evident.

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LUCIA’S PLACE***

Lucia stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, another one around her hair. She yawned, heading to the fridge for some water, when she spotted George. He immediately turned his back to her.

“Madam Lucia, how many times do I have to tell you? If you’re going to wander around, please wear proper clothes. You insisted I stay here, but you can’t keep behaving like this,” George said, covering his face with his hand.

“What’s with the formality? You already kissed me, so just call me Lucia!” she scoffed, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

“Yeah… about that…” George sighed heavily.

“You’re not seriously going to tell me it meant nothing? Your tongue was in my throat!” Lucia teased with a sly smile.

“You can’t keep talking like that,” George muttered, his voice low and husky as he tried to push the memory away.

“Why not?” Lucia asked, moving closer, her steps deliberately slow. He still had his back to her.

“I don’t know if we can keep staying under the same roof,” George said, clearing his throat, his tension rising.

“Why don’t you say that to my face?” Lucia challenged. He hesitated, but something compelled him to turn. And when he did, his breath caught in his throat.

Lucia stood before him, completely naked save for the towel wrapped around her hair. His eyes widened in shock, his heart pounding as a wave of forbidden desire washed over him.

“Lucia… you did not just do this,” he rasped, his voice heavy with lust.

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“Ace… yes, give it to me, Ace… oh… Oh… God… yes… yes!” Chappell moaned, her body arching as she used a dildo on herself, her eyes fixated on a picture of Ace. The ecstasy in her voice was undeniable as she lost herself in the moment.

“This is so messed up. Did Valeria upload this?” Isabella muttered under her breath, quickly turning off her phone. She glanced over at Chappell, who sat frozen, staring at the screen as if in a trance.

“I’m really sorry about this video. It’s disgusting that it was posted, but don’t beat yourself up over it,” Isabella tried to console her, but Chappell remained unresponsive.

“That’s it! I’m going to find Valeria!” Isabella fumed, storming out of the room. She found Valeria chatting with Gloria and Abby, yanked her by the hair, and spun her around.

“Why did you post that video?” she demanded, her voice shaking with anger.

“Ouch, Isabella! Handsy much?” Valeria sneered, smoothing her hair back. “And you saw the video too?” she added, feigning surprise.

Gloria and Abby burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny! You’re not a girls’ girl Valeria!” Isabella spat.

“Come on, I am. I did every girl a favor by showing them how to be sexy in bed. Chappell’s the one who isn’t a girls’ girl. She had this knowledge and kept it all to herself. Not very demure, if you ask me,” Valeria mocked, shaking her head, while Gloria and Abby nodded in agreement.

“And besides, Isabella, if you’d taken some notes from Chappell earlier, maybe those three guys who dumped you would still be fighting over you,” Valeria added with a smirk.

“That’s it!” Isabella lunged at her, and the two girls began fighting.

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PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE***

Principal Laurel looked between Isabella and Valeria, both of them sitting in silence.

“Is anyone going to explain what started this fight?” Principal Laurel asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

Valeria stepped forward, handing her phone to the principal. “It may seem disrespectful to show you this, but this video has been circulating around school all morning,” Valeria said softly.

“Oh my God!” Principal Laurel exclaimed, immediately passing the phone back, unable to bear watching it.

“Then Isabella accused me of posting the video. Principal, Chappell is my friend. How could I ever do something like that? And besides, how could I even get hold of such a video?” Valeria continued, her voice dripping with fake innocence.

“She posted it! She admitted it herself!” Isabella clenched her fists, glaring at Valeria.

Valeria rolled her eyes dismissively.

“This behavior is unacceptable,” Principal Laurel muttered, pulling out her phone to call her secretary. “Please tell Chappell to report to my office immediately.”

Valeria smiled smugly at Isabella.

“As for you two, I don’t care who posted the video, but fighting is against school rules. So, detention!” Principal Laurel handed out two cards.

“You will both spend time in the same room, talk to each other, and learn to get along. You’re family, for crying out loud,” Principal Laurel added sternly.

“Over my hot dead body!” Valeria scoffed.

“I’ll second that! I’d rather be locked in with pigs!” Isabella shot back.

Principal Laurel rubbed her temples, feeling an incoming headache. Just then, the door opened and Chappell entered, her head down.

“You two may leave,” Principal Laurel dismissed them. Valeria rolled her eyes and left while Isabella waited for Chappell outside.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

A few minutes later, Chappell exited the principal’s office, drying her tears. Isabella rushed to her side.

“What did Principal Laurel say?” she asked, concerned.

“She looked at me like I was disgusting and asked why I did what I did. I feel disgusted with myself too. Normally, I’d never do something like that, but Valeria convinced me it was okay. She said since I can’t have him, I should fantasize about him, and the feelings would go away,” Chappell cried.

“It didn’t seem like something I would ever do, but I thought I’d give it a try. I didn’t think anyone was watching… I just didn’t expect…”

“It’s okay,” Isabella hugged her tightly.

Chappell pulled back and wiped her eyes. “My parents will be here soon,” she whispered.

“Why?” Isabella asked, her voice laced with concern.

“To take me home. Principal Laurel said I can’t continue at this school… I’ve been expelled,” Chappell said with a small, sad smile.

Isabella shook her head in disbelief. “We just became friends yesterday. You can’t leave!”

“I know, and I don’t want to, but I have no choice. I promise we’ll stay in touch,” Chappell forced a smile before walking away.

Isabella wiped away the tears that slipped down her face.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

RUIZ ROYAL ESTATE***

“We just want to know how things got so out of hand, Mr. Ruiz.”

“Agreed! We’ve been paying a lot of money, so how did you allow the company to fall into such a massive data breach?”

“How long has this been happening, and why are we only finding out about it from the news?”

“Ruiz Royal Estate isn’t as secure as you claim. You did background checks on all your clients, but Mr. Alejandro, we’ve worked together for years. Where’s the trust?”

The boardroom was buzzing with angry clients while Alejandro sat silently, observing. Camila, seated beside him, gently rubbed his thigh under the table.

“We trusted you, invested our money, time, and ideas, but you can’t even guarantee our security!” one client shouted, standing up.

“I can’t work with a company that lacks trust and accountability!” another echoed, rising from his seat.

“If you’re incapable of managing this company, then maybe it’s time we vote for a new CEO or—”

Alejandro slammed his fist on the table, finally fed up. “Or what?” he demanded, his piercing gaze silencing the room. “Who else wants to stand up? Go ahead, do it now!” His tone was icy. “Did I hear something about a new CEO?” he asked, chuckling to himself.

“Mr. Marcel, Mr. August, Mr. Peterson—you three have been here the longest. Let’s say we agree to vote for a new CEO. Can any of you explain what it takes to run one of the world’s biggest companies? To make deals with both locals and foreigners, to come up with innovative strategies daily?” Alejandro challenged, his eyes daring them.

The three men exchanged confused glances, unable to respond, which made Alejandro smirk.

“Handling both local and foreign clients requires negotiation skills. I personally speak twelve different languages and am still learning more. Mr. Peterson, you were the first to stand up, and we’re currently working on a deal with Mr. Mo from China. Do you speak Chinese?” Alejandro asked pointedly.

Camila smiled, impressed by Alejandro’s ability to regain control even during a crisis.

Mr. Peterson nervously dabbed sweat from his forehead with a napkin.

“Okay, you don’t speak Chinese. Fine. Now imagine being in my position. Your company just suffered a data breach. What would be your next step?” Alejandro pressed him, his tone sharp.

The others, who had stood up, slowly sat back down.

“You see this, everyone? He can’t even answer the question! So, what makes you think a new CEO will solve all the problems?” Alejandro said, addressing the room.

“I admit it—I didn’t protect the company as well as I should have, and we ended up with a minor data breach. But at least I caught the suspect. I’ve conducted background checks on everyone in the company, including myself,” he continued, pulling out a file and placing it in the center of the table.

“If leaving is what’s best after a small setback, then my assistant will be happy to escort you out of the boardroom, along with Mr. Peterson,” Alejandro stated firmly. The room fell silent—no one dared to murmur a word.

“I believe we’ll continue this meeting without Mr. Peterson then,” Alejandro added, just as security guards entered to escort Mr. Peterson out, ignoring his desperate pleas.

Camila smiled at Alejandro, impressed by his authority.

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••••••••••

Lucia sat comfortably with George, chatting animatedly. She had no idea they were being watched.

“I don’t think he’s just her bodyguard,” Fernando said, sipping his drink.

“Yeah,” Chandler agreed, “looks like there’s something more going on between them.”

Fernando scoffed.

“Shouldn’t you call off the engagement? You’re not the marriage type, so how do you plan on treating my sister?” Chandler asked pointedly. “Plus, she’s a tough one.”

Fernando remembered when he first found out he was engaged. They were still in high school, and he had convinced himself he didn’t like her. She was spoiled, always getting whatever she wanted. He even made fun of her small breasts once, calling them peanuts.

“I didn’t know how to tell her back then that I actually like peanuts,” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” Chandler gave him a confused look.

Realizing he had said that out loud, Fernando quickly shook his head. His phone rang, but before he could answer it, Chandler grabbed it and hit the decline button.

“Not available, ever,” Chandler said flatly, blocking the number.

“That was my favorite,” Fernando protested.

“If you’re serious about marrying my sister, you’ll need to kiss your playboy lifestyle goodbye,” Chandler said sternly.

“Is this some kind of torture?” Fernando groaned.

Chandler merely smirked.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

A little while later, the party was winding down. Peter had just arrived with the car and opened the door for Alejandro and Camila. The ride home was quiet and comfortable.

“Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Ruiz,” Lucy greeted them at the door. “Would you like me to prepare dinner?”

Alejandro glanced at Camila, who shook her head. Lucy smiled, bowed slightly, and left.

“Hubby,” Camila called softly as they entered their bedroom. Alejandro was already preparing to lie down, while Camila sat at the vanity, applying her night cream.

“Yes, my love?” Alejandro responded.

“I’ve been thinking about what my dad asked us earlier,” she said nervously.

“I’m listening,” Alejandro said, sitting up and giving her his full attention.

“If I told you I was pregnant, what would you do?” she asked cautiously, watching him through the mirror.

Alejandro stood up from the bed, his eyes wide. “Are you?”

“No! I promise I’m not,” Camila replied quickly.

He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Even though I’m not entirely sure if I have what it takes to be a father, it would still be an honor to have you as the mother of my children,” Alejandro said sincerely, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

“Really?” Camila smiled softly, her eyes shining.

“Yes,” Alejandro nodded and kissed her neck, his voice playful as he continued, “You want babies? Then let’s make babies.” He bit gently on her neck, sending a ticklish sensation that made her laugh.

“How many babies do you want?” he asked, his lips brushing against her skin as he teased her further.

“Twelve!” Camila giggled.

“Twelve, huh? Well, that’s twelve rounds then. Come here,” he grinned, scooping her up in his arms as if she were a bride.

“Alejandro, put me down!” Camila laughed, her hands playfully pushing against his chest.

“Alright, as you wish,” he said mischievously before dropping her onto the bed, quickly climbing on top of her. He hovered over her, his gaze locked onto her face, appreciating every detail of her beauty.

“I’m so lucky,” he whispered. “This gorgeous woman… the future mother of my children,” he added, his smile filled with warmth.

Camila gently touched his face, her fingers tracing his jawline as she looked at him with deep affection. She could feel herself falling harder for him every day, and she no longer wanted to deny it.

“I love you,” she said softly, her voice full of sincerity.

Alejandro stared at her, momentarily speechless. His heart raced as he took in her words, his eyes never leaving hers. She smiled, pulling him closer to her, and their lips met in a tender, sweet kiss.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

NEXT DAY: BRIARWOOD***

Isabella and Chappell entered the school together, both laughing and chatting about something lighthearted. However, as they passed by, people occasionally shot them looks of disgust or judgment.

“What is it this time?” Isabella sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Who cares?” Chappell scoffed, dismissing the judgmental stares with a flick of her hand.

As they made their way toward their lockers, a guy stepped in front of them, deliberately blocking their path, his eyes locked on Chappell with an unsettling intensity.

“What do you want?” Chappell asked, her voice firm, unamused by the interruption.

“I want you to come over to my place,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. “You looked really hot in that video. Bet you could handle the real thing pretty well,” he added, his eyes gleaming with lust.

“What are you talking about?” Chappell asked, confusion flashing across her face. Just then, her phone buzzed. A video had been sent to her. She opened it, and the phone slipped from her hand, her face going pale.

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