Kelvin closed Andrew's door behind him and stood in the corridor for several seconds without moving. His face remained expressionless, but inside his mind, everything was moving at once. Andrew had looked at him as though he knew something was different. Perhaps he did. Andrew had always been observant, especially when it came to people he trusted. Kelvin couldn't afford to underestimate him. He also couldn't afford to tell him. Not yet. Kelvin continued down the corridor, his footsteps steady and unhurried. A guard glanced at him as he passed, and Kelvin simply nodded. Nothing about his behavior could change. That was the first rule he had given himself. Nothing changes. Not his expression. Not his routine. Not the way he spoke to Don Marcelo. Not the way he spoke to the guards. Not even the way he treated Andrew. If anyone noticed even the smallest difference, questions would follow. And questions were exactly what Kelvin couldn't afford. He entered his of

Raphael waited until Harrera had left before he spoke to Juliana. He had deliberately said nothing when he saw them together earlier. Whatever had happened between them was something Juliana needed to explain herself, not something he wanted to confront her about in front of Harrera. Now the house was quiet. Juliana was walking toward the stairs when Raphael's voice stopped her. “Juliana.” She turned. Raphael stood in the hallway with his arms folded. Her heart immediately sank. “What?” Raphael studied her face for a moment. “Are you really with Harrera now?” Juliana hesitated. “Yes.” Raphael nodded slowly. He wasn't angry. That somehow made her more nervous. “How long have you been planning this?” “We weren't planning anything.” “Then what happened?” Juliana sighed. “Harrera asked me to be his girlfriend.” “And you said yes.” “Yes.” Raphael looked away for a moment, then back at her. “Why?” The question was simple. Juliana didn't an

His mother seemed satisfied with the answer. She smiled. “That's enough.” Then she suddenly frowned. “But your father…” Harrera's expression changed. “My father doesn't need to know everything today.” His mother gave him a knowing look. “You think he won't find out?” “No.” “And when he does?” Harrera glanced at Juliana. “Then I'll handle it.” His mother studied him. There was something in his voice that made her realize how serious he was. She reached for his hand. “You've really decided?” Harrera nodded. “I have.” She looked between her son and Juliana. Then she smiled. “My son finally brought his childhood sweetheart home.” Juliana laughed. “Childhood sweetheart?” His mother nodded. “That's what you are.” Harrera smiled. “I've been waiting to hear her being called that.” Juliana shook her head. “You two are impossible.” His mother laughed again. The afternoon passed quickly. Before they left, Harrera's mother held Jul

Thiago almost smiled despite himself, but the smile disappeared quickly. “I want you safe.” “I am safe.” “You don't know that.” “Harrera has never hurt me.” “I didn't say he had.” “Then why do you keep treating him like he has?” Thiago went silent. Because he couldn't explain everything. He couldn't tell her that decades of hatred had taught him not to trust anything connected to Don Marcelo. He couldn't explain how much he feared the old feud swallowing his daughter. Instead, he said, “Because sometimes danger doesn't announce itself.” Juliana looked at him for a long moment. Then she spoke quietly. “I understand you're scared.” Thiago's eyes softened. “But you can't keep expecting me to live my entire life afraid of what happened between you and Don Marcelo.” The words struck him. Juliana continued. “Your feud is yours, Dad. It doesn't have to become mine.” Thiago looked away. For a moment, neither spoke. Then Juliana added, “I love you.

For the first time in weeks, Kelvin stood inside Andrew’s room without immediately leaving after setting the food down. Andrew noticed it instantly. He had become accustomed to Kelvin’s strange routine... enter, place the tray, exchange a few words, then leave before the silence between them became too uncomfortable. But this time Kelvin remained beside the door, his hand still resting on the handle, his expression unreadable. Andrew slowly lowered the cup he had been holding. “What?” Kelvin didn't answer. Andrew narrowed his eyes. “You have that look again.” “What look?” “The look of a man who has already decided something and is wondering whether he should tell me.” A faint smile touched Kelvin’s lips, but it disappeared almost immediately. “You haven't changed.” “Neither have you.” Kelvin looked at him for a long moment. Then he walked away from the door. Andrew watched him carefully. “Kelvin?” “I need you to listen to me,” Kelvin said quietly. Andrew's ex