Diego approached Kenneth in the garden that evening with careful intent, his mind already prepared with the evidence of the man's true identity. But before he could even open his mouth to speak, Kenneth turned on him with a sneer that carried pure contempt."Finally come to grovel, have you?" Kenneth said, not even bothering to remove the expensive cigar from his lips. "I was wondering how long it would take before you showed your true colors."Diego blinked, caught off guard. "I'm not here to—""Of course you are," Kenneth interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think I don't see what you are? What you've been doing? You're a leech, Diego. A parasite feeding off my niece's wealth and position. Living in her house, spending her money, hiding behind her skirts like some pathetic kept man."The words were designed to cut, to humiliate, to establish dominance. Kenneth had clearly mistaken Diego's invitation as weakness, as desperation to curry favor with the man who'd claim ha

Esperanza wheeled herself between Diego and Kenneth, her face a mixture of concern and confusion. She still believed the man before her was truly her uncle, her father's brother returned after decades away. The idea that he might be an imposter hadn't yet crystallized in her mind."Uncle Williams, please," she said, her voice carrying that mediating tone she'd perfected during years of dealing with her brother's drama. "Let's all calm down and discuss this rationally. Whatever happened between you and Diego, I'm sure we can find a resolution.""Resolution?" Kenneth's voice pitched high with indignation. "Your husband just threatened to kill me! There's no resolving that! The man is dangerous, Esperanza! A murderer living under your roof!""Diego didn't threaten you," Esperanza said firmly, though uncertainty flickered in her eyes. "I need to understand what actually happened here. From both of you.""What happened," Kenneth spat, "is that your so-called husband invited me to stay here

Esperanza stared at the fingerprint analysis on Diego's phone, her hands shaking as the full implications crashed over her like a tidal wave. "Someone would actually do this? Impersonate my dead uncle just to steal money? That's... that's beyond sick.""It's beyond sick and it's working," Diego said grimly. "Kenneth's been playing his role perfectly. The documents, the mannerisms, the family stories he probably learned from the real Williams—it's a professional con.""Then we call the police," Esperanza said immediately, reaching for her own phone. "Right now. Have him arrested for fraud, impersonation, attempted theft—""No." Diego's hand covered hers, stopping her from dialing."What do you mean, no?" Esperanza's voice rose with frustration. "He's a criminal! He's trying to steal my father's company!""And if we expose him now, we lose our only leverage," Diego said calmly. "Think about it, Esperanza. Kenneth isn't working alone. Someone hired him, someone created those forgeries, s

Chapter 156Kenneth stood in the entrance hall of the Vega estate, his expensive luggage scattered around him like the remnants of a failed invasion. His face was flushed red with indignation, his earlier composure completely shattered by what he perceived as a profound betrayal."I cannot believe this," Kenneth spat, his voice rising with each word. "I come here in good faith, trying to reconnect with my family, trying to claim what's rightfully mine, and this is how I'm treated? Thrown out like some common criminal?"Esperanza sat in her wheelchair near the door, her face carefully controlled despite the fury burning beneath the surface. Diego stood beside her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder—both support and restraint."You need to leave," Esperanza repeated, her voice tight. "Now.""Because of him?" Kenneth pointed an accusing finger at Diego. "Because your useless husband convinced you to side with him over your own blood? Your own uncle?""The reasons don't matter—""Th

Diego had been following Kenneth since the imposter left the Vega estate, maintaining enough distance to avoid detection while keeping the con artist firmly in his sights. When Kenneth settled into the hotel bar, Diego positioned himself in a shadowed corner with a clear view, nursing a drink he had no intention of finishing.So when Alejandro Morales walked through the door and made a direct line for Kenneth's barstool, Diego's suspicions crystallized into certainty.He couldn't hear their conversation from his position, but he didn't need to. The body language told him everything—Alejandro's controlled aggression, Kenneth's dismissive gestures, the way the confrontation ended with Alejandro walking away while Kenneth laughed into his whiskey glass.Alejandro's presence here confirmed what Diego had already suspected. The conspiracy wasn't just about revenge or stealing wealth—it was coordinated, organized, with multiple players working toward the same goal of dismantling the Vega Em