That night, while Valeria bathed Sofia, she heard voices coming from Alejandro’s study.
The door was not fully closed, and the words reached her anyway.
“Sir, we’ve started investigating Rodrigo Salinas,” his head of security reported. “He has debts of more than eighty million pesos and several fraud complaints.”
“There’s something else…” the officer continued, placing a folder on the desk.
“We believe Miss Valeria’s divorce was planned more than a year ago. Rodrigo created shell companies, transferred properties, and hid money to leave her with nothing.”
Alejandro opened the folder slowly, his expression growing colder as he looked at a photograph of Valeria signing documents, completely unaware she was draining her own assets.
“He didn’t just betray her—he robbed her,” Alejandro said sharply.
The next morning, Valeria woke with a start after hearing a sound outside.
Careful not to wake Sofia, she walked to the window, and the air left her lungs.
A gray truck sat parked across from the main gate—the same kind Rodrigo drove—with its lights off as someone inside watched the house.
At that moment, her phone rang from an unknown number.
With trembling fingers, she answered, and the voice on the other end turned her blood cold: “Good morning, Valeria.”
“Rodrigo…” she froze.
“I know where you are,” he laughed softly. “You can’t hide behind that businessman forever.”
She tried to end the call, but Rodrigo spoke again: “Tomorrow, I’m coming for my daughter… and for something Alejandro Montenegro doesn’t know yet.”
The call ended, leaving Valeria standing motionless, unable to understand what he meant.
But across the hallway, Alejandro had heard everything and realized their meeting on the plane had not been a simple coincidence.
Someone had been moving pieces in a much larger game for months, pulling them into a conspiracy involving millions, family betrayal, and a secret powerful enough to destroy Mexico’s most influential families.
