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The Shadows Loom
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
The unseen war
Alejandro’s steps echoed through the silent streets as he walked back into his apartment, there was a faint fog of the night surrounding him. The conversation with the mysterious figure by the docks had left him unsettled, but also it had reignited a fire that had been smoldering inside of him for years. He had always fought for the control over his life, even when the cards were stacked right against him, but this new alliance had offered him something he had long desired—an edge, an upper hand in the game he was playing. And this time, he wasn’t fighting alone.But with that alliance came an undeniable sense of danger. The unknown player had his own agenda, and Alejandro couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being pulled into a much bigger web of manipulation and more power. Yet, for all the uncertainty, there was one thing that burned brightly in his chest: his resolve to take down the Velázquez family. And Joaquín Salgado was at the top of that list.The next day, as the sun r
The Puppet Master
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 Wolf Unleashed
The night air was thick with tension as Alejandro walked briskly through the quiet streets, his mind a storm of calculations and fury. His grip on the phone tightened as Carlos’s warning echoed in his mind. Joaquín Salgado. The man who had tried to bury him and his family, the man who had hidden behind the veneer of corporate power, now playing the game from the shadows. And now he was meddling in the one thing Alejandro had left—his family’s legacy.The sleek black car came to a screeching halt in front of a building that once belonged to the Jiménez family, now left to rot under the weight of years of abandonment. The wind whipped through the broken windows, and the building stood in stark contrast to the glitzy towers of Cuatro Mares Corporation just across the river. Here, Alejandro had spent his early years learning the ropes of business, before everything had fallen apart.The dimly lit building now seemed like a monument to his past, and tonight, it would become the stage for h
A lesson in Loyalty 2
Walter Velázquez’s villa was more of a monument than a home. Suspended on the hillside, its sleek glass walls and white marble floors shimmered in the dying sunlight. The place reeked of wealth and power—every edge too sharp, every corner too clean. Elena Hernández stood by the balcony, her posture stiff, eyes lost in the orange-pink haze of the horizon.She barely registered the sound of expensive shoes clicking on the floor until Walter handed her a glass of red wine.“You look stunning,” he said with a calculated smile. “That color… brings out your fire.”Elena accepted the glass without a word, her fingers barely touching his. She didn’t drink. She hadn’t touched a drop since she arrived.Walter chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “Still silent after all these years. Back in university, you used to talk my ears off.”“That was a long time ago,” she murmured.He stepped closer. “Not for me.”Elena turned her gaze back to the skyline. “Why am I here, Walter? Just say what you want
A Lesson in Loyalty
Walter Velázquez’s private villa stood like a blade against the hillside, sleek and angular, its sharp lines cutting through the twilight. All glass and white marble, it was the sort of place that whispered power and screamed vanity. The city below glittered like a promise just out of reach, but here, high above it all, everything was clean, sterile—perfect. And false.Elena stood at the balcony, framed by the blood-orange sky. Her emerald dress fluttered softly in the breeze, but her expression was as still as carved stone. Arms crossed tightly over her chest, she didn’t bother to look at Walter as he approached from behind.Inside, the hum of jazz music played on low, underscoring the silence between them.Walter poured two glasses of red wine, the decanter’s neck catching the last rays of the sun like a dagger tip. His Rolex glinted with every movement, catching her eye just long enough to remind her exactly where she was—and who she was dealing with.“You look beautiful,” he said,
The Mask Comes Off
The gates of the Jiménez ancestral estate groaned open under the moonlit sky, revealing a mansion veiled in shadows—timeless, cold, and untouched by time. Alejandro stood at the threshold, the same place he had once bled as a teenager when his stepmother tried to kill him. That night, he had left behind a name, a family, and a legacy.Now, he was ready to take it back.Carlos stepped out of the car behind him. “You’re sure about this? Once your name resurfaces, there’s no hiding anymore.”Alejandro didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed on the iron gates, his voice low and firm. “They took everything from me. My name. My dignity. Now I’m going to take everything from them.”He turned, eyes burning with purpose.“And Elena... I loved her. I would’ve given her the world. But if she chose money over loyalty, she’s going to learn what it feels like to lose everything she thought she gained.”Carlos gave a grim nod. “The lawyers are ready. Within 72 hours, you’ll legally reclaim your se
Blood in the Basement
Alejandro’s boots echoed against the cold concrete floor of the basement as the two masked attackers closed in. The dim light above flickered, casting their shadows like ghosts along the wall.“You should’ve stayed dead, Jiménez,” the voice repeated—raspy, cruel, and all too familiar.From behind a column stepped a third man. Taller. Unmasked.Jaime López.Alejandro’s eyes narrowed. “I should’ve known you’d show your rat face eventually.”Jaime smirked, brandishing a knife. “You embarrassed me in front of Salgado. Got me demoted. Now you’re playing with fire, poking around in Velázquez business.”“Funny,” Alejandro said coolly, wiping the blood from his arm with his sleeve, “I was just about to burn everything down anyway.”Jaime lunged.Alejandro sidestepped, slamming his shoulder into the first masked attacker and sending the man crashing into a metal cabinet. Sparks flew as a pipe burst overhead, hissing steam clouding the room. The second man grabbed Alejandro from behind, pinning
Hidden Blade
The Hidden BladeThat night, Alejandro stood on the balcony of a modest hotel room—not the grand estate he once called home, but something simple, quiet. The city below sparkled like a bed of stars. But behind those lights were shadows… and he had lived among them long enough to know how cruel they could be.Carlos leaned against the wall behind him, arms crossed, watching his old friend with a wary eye.“You sure you want to go this far?” he asked.Alejandro exhaled a long trail of smoke into the cool air. “They took everything from me, Carlos. My name. My future. Even my love.”Carlos hesitated. “You still love her, don’t you?”Alejandro’s jaw clenched. “I hate what she did. But love like that… it doesn’t die. It burns.”Carlos stepped forward and handed him another document.“Here’s what we’ve got on the Hernández family's debt,” he said. “Turns out, they owe nearly twenty-two million pesos to a cartel-connected lender—El León del Norte. Dangerous people. The loan defaulted two wee
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