The message lingered in Alejandro’s mind as he stepped further into the night. Someone’s pulling the strings from the top. Those words felt like a spark igniting a fire in his gut. He had thought Joaquín Salgado was the ultimate enemy, the final obstacle between him and his vengeance. But now, the realization that there was something—or someone—greater than Joaquín came crashing down on him.Who could it be? A person so powerful, so elusive, that even Joaquín had to play by their rules? Alejandro clenched his fists, his pulse quickening with a mixture of curiosity and growing anger.The last few months had been a blur of planning, deception, and execution. Every action, every move, had been calculated. But if there was someone above Joaquín—someone who could pull the strings in the shadows, it changed everything.His mind raced as he walked through the empty streets, the cool air biting against his skin. The wind whispered in his ear like a secret, and for the first time in years, Ale

The tension between Alejandro and Joaquín was palpable. As each man prepared for the inevitable clash, their actions spoke louder than any words ever could. The unknown player’s cryptic messages had fueled Alejandro’s resolve, but they had also left him with more questions than answers. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something much larger than he could comprehend was unfolding, and he had no choice but to play his part in this dangerous game. But no one was truly untouchable, not even Joaquín Salgado.Alejandro sat in his apartment, the night stretching out before him like a battlefield. The weight of the unknown player’s words still pressed down on him—Trust no one. Every move, every decision, was now loaded with consequences. But in his gut, he knew what had to be done. Joaquin had to fall. The Velázquez family needed to crumble. And Alejandro would be the one to bring them down.He stood up and walked toward his desk, opening the drawer that contained a stack of confident

As he stood there his breath got caught in his throat as he stood in the doorway, staring at Elena. The woman who had once been the love of his life, who had broken him down and shattered his world, now stood before him in the dimly lit room. It was as though the air had thickened, and each breath he took wàggle, every movement frozen in time. He could hardly believe his eyes."Elena?" His voice was hoarse, like a whisper from the past. "What... What are you doing here?"She stood there, her posture unnervingly calm, her gaze steady. Gone was the woman who had once been full of warmth, affection, and love. This Elena felt different a hardened, distant, and full of purpose lady."Did you think I was just a helpless pawn in your game?" Her voice rang out, chillingly clear. As she stepped forward, the soft click of her heels echoed in the silent room. "I’ve known from the very beginning that you were playing a dangerous game, Alejandro. And you weren't the only one making moves."His m

Alejandro’s footsteps echoed in the starkly modern hallway as he made his way toward the elevator. The call from Carlos had rattled him, and now, his mind was a whirlwind of questions and some revelations. Someone had been watching him from the beginning. The unknown player. The one who had been pulling strings in the shadows making life difficult and all. And he realized with a shiver down his spine that it was no longer just a battle for Elena or the Velázquez family, it was a much larger war now. One he had not fully understood up until now.He looked at the elevaator door as he punched the button, the metallic ding resonating in the silent corridor. His fingers trembled slightly, a rare occurrence for him, but this was no ordinary situation. Whoever this unknown player was, they had orchestrated everything, they had not only manipulated his life but Elena’s, Joaquín’s, and even the trajectory of the Velázquez empire. What had started as a personal vendetta had now turned into

Ale's heart pounded as he sped through the darkened streets, his headlights cutting through the heavy fog that clung to the city like a predator waiting to strike. The message from Carlos burned in his mind 'Meet me at the warehouse. Now. You won’t believe what I’ve just uncovered'. He could feel the weight of the words pressing down on him with every passing second. Whatever Carlos had discovered, it had to be important. He had no time to waste. And he knew he had to get there fast.His mind raced, torn between the decision that lay ahead of him. The call he had received earlier from the mysterious figure had been a pivotal moment in his life. The offer of power, the promise of control he had never imagined he would be standing at this crossroads.And yet, here he was, staring into the abyss, wondering if he had the strength to jump or if he would be swallowed whole by the ones he didn'The unknown player had given him twenty-four hours to make a decision. Power, wealth, and reveng