“Don’t move!” — Waitress saves millionaire from the mafia after discovering the ambush

 

 

Don’t move, Don’t look up, just listen. María José Ramírez kept her voice firm despite the terror that clawed at his throat. He leaned forward gracefully, appearing before any observer who was simply serving water to a more intimidating restaurant. Without your subscription, we may never meet again.

Follow me, comment and share right now. Don’t risk it. Let’s start the story. Alexander Montemayor, heir to the Empire Montemayor and the most feared businessman in the city, stood motionless before his whisper. His dark eyes narrowed under well-defined eyebrows, but did not turn. Years of dangerous dealings had taught me when to listen.

The men at table seven bring weapons,” she continued with her lips barely moving while placing bread fresh on your table. “I heard them. They are waiting for you to come out. Something about making it look like an assault on chance.” For 3 agonizing seconds, he didn’t say anything. María José’s hand trembled slightly, causing the water to ripple in the glass cup.

I had spent 6 months working on it. cardenal de Polanco, the most exclusive to Mexico City, perfecting the art of invisibility among the wealthy elite who frequented him. Now I had broken that anonymity carefully constructed with three phrases. And why? He finally murmured naturally, unfolding his napkin. Would a waitress risk her life to warn me? The question hit her like a blow.

physical. Why? In fact, Alejandro Montemayor represented everything that she despised. Wealth built on suffering. Power maintained through fear. The rumors about his family connections with organized crime were not just gossip. They were carefully hidden facts behind legitimate businesses and political donations.

“Because I don’t want to see anyone die tonight,” he responded with half the truth bitter on the tongue. Not even to you. A ghost of a smile touched his lips as he reached for his glass of water, his platinum watch capturing the light. What’s your name? Maria Jose, no last name. That was a secret he wouldn’t give away.

Well, María José,” he said, lowering his head. voice to a dangerous whisper. “I find myself indebted to you, an unusual position for me.” she He felt a chill run through him. back. Being noticed by Alejandro Montemayor was dangerous. “Being a potentially fatal debtor. There is no debt,” she replied quickly. “Just be careful when you go out.

” When turning to walk away, his hand caught her wrist, the touch sending a jolt not desired by your body. His grip was gentle, but impossible to break, his skin warm against hers. “They’ve seen you talking to me,” said his dark eyes, evaluating her with disconcerting intensity. “You have become a target.” The realization hit her clearly.

sickly He had acted on instinct, unable to stand with arms crossed watching a murder, even of someone like him, but I hadn’t thought about the consequences. If those men were strong enough to know the agenda of Montemayor, they would undoubtedly notice the waitress who had spent too much time on your table. “I’ll be fine,” he insisted.

her pulse racing under her fingers. “No!” Alejandro let go of her wrist and rose fluidly, rising on his slender figure. Despite her heels, she still had you tilt your head back to meet your gaze. You won’t be. With practiced ease, he reached in in his suit jacket and took out a slim phone. Situation in the cardinal of Polanco, table seven.

 And I need extraction for two. María José’s eyes opened alarmed. Two. No, I don’t need to. Non-negotiable. His tone cut her off without admitting a reply. You just saved my life. allow me return the favor. Before he could protest further, the Maitre approached, his expression carefully neutral, despite the obvious attention. Mr.

 Montemayor, chef Raúl insists in which you try their special preparation in the private room. A code, María José understood. The restaurant staff was clearly accustomed to handling the safety concerns Montemayor. Perfect, Alejandro responded with softness, leaving several bills big ones on the table. My companion will join me, sir. I’m working.

I can’t just You can and you will, he replied, his tone making it clear that it was not a request. His hand moved to the bottom of his back, guiding her firmly, but gently towards the back of the restaurant. “Your shift ended early, family emergency.” As they walked, she noticed how eyes scanned constantly, cataloging each face, each movement.

The men at table seven now They observed their casual postures unable to hide the tension predatory on his shoulders.Who are they? she whispered, rivals or former allies. Often the same in my world. His voice was distant, as if he were talking about a moderate business proposal interesting rather than trying against his life.

 The private room was opulent, paneled in rich mahogany and a single table set with glass and silver. But Alejandro passed him by, heading straight to a door without mark at the bottom. Wait. María José planted her feet. forcing him to stop. I appreciate the concern, but I’m not going to go nowhere with you. I have a life, responsibilities, I can’t just disappear.

For a moment, something like respect shone in his dark eyes. I admire your bravery, María José, but no you understand the danger. These people leave no loose ends. I’m nobody. A waitress you won’t even remember tomorrow. His laugh was short and humorless. Do you believe Than the shy waitress who whispered in your ear by Alejandro Montemayor and then came out with him will she not be remembered? You are many things, María José, but forgettable is not one of them.

The compliment took her by surprise, a heat rising without permission to their cheeks. He pushed it away immediately, concentrating in the danger that faced him. One night, he continued, softening a little voice. Stay in a safe place tonight Tomorrow, when this is resolved, you will be able come back to your life.

 The door behind It opened before she could respond, revealing a man of broad shoulders military demeanor. The cars are ready. Chief, two Subjects on the target table are armed. A third next to the bar watching the main entrance. And the exit from the kitchen? asked Alexander. Clear for now. María José felt that the world was tilting under his feet.

This was real. There were people with weapons waiting to kill the man next to you and now possibly her too. His simple life had been shattered in just 5 minutes. Tick tock, María José, Alejandro said in low voice Trust me or try them. Up to you. Trust a known crime boss or confront armed assassins alone. What a choice.

Alright. One night she conceded, hating the tremor in his voice. The smile of him was triumphant, but tinged with something more. Genuine relief. No, it couldn’t be. Men like Alejandro Montemayor did not care about waitresses Wise decision. He guided her through the door and into a hallway. narrow path leading to the loading area of the restaurant.

A shiny black SUV with tinted windows I expected with the engine on. Another man in a suit was next to her. Alejandro helped her get on the vehicle before sliding next to it. The interior was luxurious leather, the air loaded with its expensive perfume. Where are we going? she asked while The car smoothly entered the traffic.

To a safe place was all he said with your attention on your phone. María José looked out the window while The familiar streets gave way to the exclusive neighborhoods that normally only I saw in magazines. what he had gotten himself into and more importantly How was it going to come out? Little did I know that night would unearth buried secrets for 23 years.

Secrets that would bind her to the man dangerous at your side in ways that Neither of us could imagine. Dawn broke over the horizon the city, painting the pentou of Alejandro with golden and amber tones. María José was standing in front of the wall-to-wall windows, observing as the city woke up 40 floors below.

I had barely slept despite the luxurious guest room, which was Bigger than his entire apartment. The events of the previous night still They seemed unreal. the whisper of warning, the flight hurried, the tense car ride through the city to this fortress in the heaven. Alexander had been surprisingly respectful, showing him a guest suite before disappearing into what she assumed was his office for a series of calls tense coffee.

 She turned and found him watching her from the door frame with two steaming mugs in his hands. He no longer wore the impeccable suit, now He was wearing dark jeans and a simple gray shirt that barely hid his powerful physique. Casual clothing humanized him in a way way that was more disturbing than his intimidating image as a businessman.

“Thank you,” she said, accepting the cup. offered. The ceramic was warm against his fingers, anchoring it to the moment. “Did you sleep?” he asked, approaching to stand next to him next to the window. In the morning light, she could see the slight lines of fatigue around his eyes. No, really, she took a sip of the coffee, surprised find out I was ready perfectly.

Just a touch of sugar-free cream. How did you know how he took the coffee? one half a smile played on his lips. I notice the details. Professional need. The reminder of exactly who he wasand that was sent a shiver through your back. I had grown up hearing the last name Montemayor whispered with fear. Your Legitimate businesses were just a facade that covered more lucrative companies.

Floor collection, clandestine gambling, smuggling and worse. “Your men,” she began carefully. They resolved the situation. Alejandro studied her face like measuring how much truth I could stand. The immediate threat has been neutralized, but questions remain. Someone sent those men. I need to know who. Neutralized.

What a clean word for what she He suspected it had been brutal violence. María José looked again at the window, unable to hold his gaze. “Are you judging me?” he observed casually. accusation in the tone. It’s fair, but understand this. In my world mercy on enemies is cruelty to friends. Those men came to kill me.

I should have invited them to breakfast instead. “I’m not naive,” she replied. Just not I like to be involved in this and without However, here you are. He moved closer, his reflection appearing next to hers on the glass. Why did you warn me, María José? The truth this time. She tensed, weighing her options.

The partial truth would have to suffice. My father was murdered in front of me when he was 8 years old, he said quietly. A random assault that had nothing random I couldn’t sit idly by and let someone else die like that. Nor not even you Something crossed his face. him. surprise followed by what could have been compassion.

I’m sorry for your father. It was a long time ago, 15 years. And yet the memory was still sharp as a razor, the blood of his father staining the sidewalk, his last whispered words. Remember who you are. What was his name? Alejandro asked. The question startled her. It seemed strangely personal coming of him.

 Thomas, Tomas Ramirez. If she had been watching with more attention, perhaps I would have noticed the momentary stillness that took hold Alejandro, with a slight squint of his eyes at the name. and your mother died When I was born, María José responded, uncomfortable with his sudden interest in her family. Look, I should go.

 You said one night and It’s already morning. I have a shift at my other job noon. Another job. He raised an eyebrow. I work in the Mexico library three days a week. Waitressing doesn’t pay all the bills. She left the coffee cup on a table close. Thank you for your protection, but I need come back to my life. Alexander moved to block his way, not in a way threatening, but unmistakably present.

Those men saw your face, María José, they know you warned me Until I find out who sent them, you are still in danger. “I can take care of myself,” she insisted, although his voice lacked conviction even to his own ears. “I’ve done it since I was 8 years old.” It must be admirable, but unnecessary in this case.

 His tone softened, becoming almost persuasive. “Let me help you. Consider it payment for last night. I don’t want anything from you. The words They came out sharper than intended. Because of what I am? The question was direct, her dark eyes challenging. Because I don’t want to belong to anyone, she replied, especially to someone like you Instead of being offended, the river, a sound genuine that transformed his face, revealing a glimpse of who might have been in another life.

 someone like me. You don’t know me, María José Ramírez. I know enough. She crossed her arms trying regain some control over situation. Your family has run the underworld of this city for generations. It’s true. He conceded the point with an elegant shrug. Although today we prefer the term alternative business network. Despite herself, María José felt that his lips curved slightly before his serious dedication.

immediately suppressed the reaction, angry at herself for finding something funny on that man. Alejandro He noticed, his eyes warming a little. a smile, progress. He stepped aside, no longer blocking her way. You are free to leave whenever you want. I won’t force you to stay. The sudden surrender took her by surprise.

Just like that. Just like that. I am not in the habit of retaining women against their will. He walked over to a sleek console and He opened a drawer and took out a card. small and a telephone. But I would ask you that you accept this. came closer offering them. The card only had a number phone without name. The phone was a recent model, thin and expensive.

 The number connects me directly to me, he explained. The phone is secure and impossible to track. If you feel any danger, what be it, call. María José hesitated before accepting them. Why do you care what happens to me? I’m just a waitress who heard something. something indecipherable crossed his features. Maybe I’m tired of seeing peopleinnocent caught in the crossfire.

Before I could respond, the elevator doors opened and he entered an impressive woman in her 50s. Despite the early hour, I was impeccably dressed in a suit measure. Her dark hair had elegant silver locks in the hair. Alejandro called and then stopped at dry when seeing María José. I didn’t know you had company, Marta.

 The Alexander’s posture changed subtly, becoming more formal. You arrive early. Clearly. The woman’s evaluative gaze He looked around María José noticing the clothes borrowed. a t-shirt and pants Alejandro collection, both ridiculously large in his figure slender And who is this? Alejandro pointed between them, Maria Jose.

 This is Marta Vega, my boss security and friend of the family since years ago. Marta, this is María José Ramírez, prevented an unfortunate incident last night in the cardinal of Polanco. Understanding flashed in his eyes. Marta, followed by something that could have been suspected. Ramirez. María José nodded uncomfortably under the scrutiny of women.

There was something eerily familiar about she, although she was sure that she would never they had seen each other. María José was already leaving, Alejandro continued gently. Could you fix a car? Of course. Marta’s professional mask came back on. your place. Miss Ramírez, if you come with me, I help pick up his things.

I don’t have things, María José responded. Just what I’m wearing. Alejandro frowned. your uniform from last night he is still in the restaurant, I guess. María José shrugged her shoulders. I’ll pick it up before my shift tomorrow. At least let me give you something else. “appropriate for you to go home,” he insisted.

looking at the clothes or oversaíst drowned in her slim figure. “Alejandro,” Marta interrupted. “We have that urgent matter to discuss. The one that concerns Antonio.” Alejandro’s expression hardened. Sure. María José, if you’ll excuse me moment, Marta will help you find something suitable to wear. disappeared down a hallway, leaving María José alone with the woman intimidating.

For several uncomfortable seconds, Marta He just studied her as if I will memorize every detail. “You have your father’s eyes,” he said. finally, “so low that María José He almost didn’t hear it. Sorry. María José felt that her heart gave a overturn. Did you know my father?” Marta’s expression turned carefully neutral.

I know many people in this city. Come on, let’s go find you something to wear. He took her to what appeared to be a guest room, opened a closet and revealed women’s clothing in various sizes, all with designer labels still set. “Alejandro usually has women staying here?” asked María José, unable to remove the judgment from his voice while watching the ready supply of women’s clothing.

Marta’s lips curved with That could have been fun. This is saved for security reasons. Sometimes associates need change quickly or require costumes. She selected a simple blue dress summer. This one should stay for you. María José accepted the dress, even disturbed by the previous comment of Martha.

 What did you mean about the my father’s eyes? Nothing important. Marta headed towards the door. You I leave privacy for you to change. Wait. María José took a step forward blocking his way. Despite being several centimeters taller He went down, stood firm. If you knew my father, I deserve to know how. Something like respect shone in Martha’s eyes.

He also has his strong character. But this is neither the time nor the place for that conversation, Miss Ramírez. So when and where? Yes. Martha He watched for a long moment before put your hand in your pocket and take out a business card. Unlike the simple Alejandro, this one had a logo on relief, a stylized interlaced V with what looked like a snake.

“My private number,” he said, offering the card. “If you really want an answer about Tomás Ramírez, call me in three days.” “No, before.” María José took the card with the Confusion and suspicion fighting within of her. Why three days? Because by then Alejandro will already be discovered who tried to kill him last night.

Marta’s expression was somber and You will have to decide which side you are on. With that cryptic statement he left closing the door behind him. Maria José stared at the card in his hand, his mind racing. First, Alejandro’s strange interest for his father. Now Marta’s comments, something is not it fit. These people shouldn’t know Tomás Ramirez.

He had been a literature teacher classic, not someone who moved in the circles of the Montemayor family, less than everything they had told him about his father was a lie. It changed quickly. The dress ofdesigner fit him as if he had made to measure. When he came out, he found Alejandro waiting for her in the room with expression worried “Everything okay,” she asked, surprising herself with he asks.

 “Why should you care your problems?” He seemed just as surprised by her concern. Just business complications. The car is waiting downstairs. He approached, stopping at a distance respectful. I meant it, María José, call yes you need something “I won’t,” she replied. automatically and then softened the tone. But thanks. When the elevator doors open They closed between them, María José did not could get rid of the feeling that this It was not the end of their connection, but the beginning of something much more complicated than what neither of them imagined.

Three days passed in a blur of routine, arranging books in the library, serving overrated meals to demanding clients in cardinal Polanco. Collapsing in his small apartment I study at night, María José had almost convinced herself that the whole incident with Alejandro Montemayor had been a strange dream. Almost.

The phone was still charging in its nightstand a tangible reminder that everything had been real. next to him there was Marta Vega’s card, the logo in relief capturing the light every time María José looked at her. If you really want an answer about Tomás Ramírez, call me in three days. Today was the third day.

 María José had spent a sleepless night, debating make the call. I really wanted to unravel the carefully constructed narrative of his childhood. His father had been a beloved teacher by students and colleagues alike. The random assault that took his life It had been a tragic case of place wrong, wrong time, or so the police had said.

However, something had always strange resemblance in the official version. The way certain friends of the family had shown up to drive the arrangements after his death, the generous trust fund that emerged to pay for your education, the whispered conversations that stopped every time I entered a room when I was a child.

The knock on the door brought her out of those thoughts. María José froze. No one ever visited his apartment. He had no close friends in the city and Their neighbors kept to their own world, as was typical in the city. The knock sounded again, more insistent. He approached the door silently, looked through the peephole and staggered back for the surprise.

Alejandro Montemayor was in his hallway looking strangely out of place in the neglected environment of building. María José her voice came through the door. I know you’re home. we have to speak How did you find me? demanded it unopened. The same way I find anything i need to know, he responded unapologetically.

Open the door, please. The please sounded like a thought late, an unfamiliar word in its vocabulary. María José hesitated, weighing her options. If Alejandro wanted to hurt him, a flimsy apartment door would stop “I’m not leaving until we talk,” he added. Your neighbor in 3B is already looking for her peephole.

They would prefer not to make a fuss. With a resigned sigh, María José He removed the bolt, but left the chain put, opening only a few centimeters. What do you want? Alejandro looked even more imposing in the narrow corridor. His tailored suit contrasted brutally with peeling paint and the floors scratched. I can pass.

This is not for talking in the hallway. Are you alone? Yes. He closed the door to remove the chain, then opened it completely and She stepped back to let him in. “Do it fast. “I have work in an hour.” Alejandro entered, his gaze sweeping the tiny studio apartment in a efficient evaluation. María José felt a flash of shame for the modest surroundings, the futon that served as a bed, the kitchenette with its electric stove and small refrigerator, the only window which opened onto a ventilation shaft.

Everything he owned in the world fit in 40 m². “You live here,” he said. with something similar to disbelief in tone. “Not all of us have pentoces,” he replied. she defensively crossing her arms. “What do you want, Alexander?” He turned to face her with serious expression. “I came to warn you. The men who tried to kill me They were sent by my cousin Antonio.

Your cousin took the revelation for granted. surprise. Why would your own family want to see you? dead? Power, money, the usual reasons. Alejandro’s tone was practical, like If I were talking about an everyday disagreement business rather than an attempt to murder. Antonio believes that he should be at in front of the Montemayor businesses.

He’s been undermining my position for months.systematically. María José shook her head fighting for understanding the casual way in which He was talking about that betrayal. And what exactly does this concern me? Antonio knows you warned me. He’s been asking questions about you. Where do you live? Where do you work? Alexander’s eyes showed a genuine concern.

He is not one to leave loose ends. A shiver ran through her. You brought me right to him by coming here. I didn’t make sure no one followed me. He moved closer, lowering his voice. Maria José, you have to get out of town this same night. I can arrange transportation, a new identity, enough money to start from scratch on another side.

Go out. She looked at him in disbelief. This is my house. My life is here. What life?” he challenged her, pointing out around the sparse department, working two jobs just to pay this place. No friends, no family, no connections. The accuracy of his assessment stung. “No you know nothing about me. I know what you believe.

His expression softened a little. I know that Your father wasn’t just a teacher. I know that they murdered him, not that it was a assault And I know you deserve the truth about who it was really. María José felt as if the ground were would have opened under his feet. of what are you talking? How do you know anything about my father? Alejandro hesitated as if measuring carefully his words.

Tomás Ramírez was not the real name of your father He was born as Antonio Vasconcelos. Worked for my family before me was born, until he disappeared 25 years ago years. The name didn’t mean anything to María José and yet, it caused a tremor in the body. Are you lying? My father was Tomás Ramírez. I have his birth certificate, his university diplomas, everything.

 Very well made fakes, Alejandro interrupted softly. Excellent, but fakes nonetheless. Why do you do this? She demanded with anger rising to hide its growing restlessness. Why do you come here with these these lies? Because Antonio has discovered who you are really. Alexander’s voice was deadly It would be now.

 And that makes you infinitely more dangerous for him than a waitress who He heard a murder plot. Who am I really? María José repeated the words feeling strange in your language. And who is that exactly? Before Alexander could respond, the window behind them shattered with an explosive crash. María José screamed while Alejandro fell to the ground, covering her with his body while glass rained down around.

“Stay down,” his weight ordered pressing her against the carpet thin. A metal object rolled across the floor, a small cylinder that began to release thick smoke almost immediately. “Smoke grenade,” Alexander muttered pulling a gun out from under his sack. “We have less than 2 minutes before for them to come through that door.

” María José’s mind revolved between panic and confusion. Who? Antonio’s men. Most likely. Alejandro was already moving, pulling her towards the apartment door. Is there another exit from this building, fire escape? She gasped through the thick smoke, pointing towards the hallway. At the end of the corridor, through the window, He took her hand firmly and led to the hallway.

The smoke was already beginning to come out of the department activating alarms. Doors opened throughout the corridor while confused residents They reared their heads. “Fire!” Alejandro shouted in a loud voice. authoritarian, making people ran back into his departments. “Everyone stay inside and call the 911.

” They ran to the end of the hallway. Alejandro opened the window that faced the fire escape efficiently. He went down first and then helped María José to pass, holding it with strong hands As they began their descent down the rusty structure. “My car is two blocks east,” he said with his eyes scanning Constantly looking for threats.

“Stay close to me.” María José’s heart beat with painful force against his ribs As they reached the end of the ladder and jumped into the alley below. Sirens could be heard in the distance. I didn’t know if they were police or firefighters. Alejandro gasped as he pulled to run. What did you mean Who am I really with? He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, conflicted.

evident in his expression. No, now we first have to get to a safe place. They came out of the alley onto a street busy. Alejandro guided her immediately between people with his arm around his waist, as if they were just another couple walking. Despite the casual pose, María José he felt the tension in his body, the way when his eyes kept scanning everything around him.

“There,” he murmured, pointing with his head. towards a shiny black car parked half a block away. “Act natural.” They were about 6 meters from the vehicle when María José saw them. three menin a dark suit moving with purpose in the crowd with eyes fixed on Alexander. Alejandro whispered urgently. Three men at 10 o’clock.

 He doesn’t He broke his stride, but his hand moved the small of her back, guiding her subtly to your other side to protect her with his body. Keep walking. Whatever happens, get to the car. The choer will protect you. “I’m not going to leave you,” she protested, surprising herself by giving herself realize that he meant it.

 A ghost of smile touched the lips of him. Loyalty, María José towards a man like me. Before he could respond, the first attacker made his move. A burly man with a scar crossing his jaw he launched himself towards ahead with something metallic shining on his hand. Alejandro reacted with a impressive speed, pushing María José out of danger, while at the same time he deflected the attack.

His movements were fluid, trained, not the clumsy struggle of a street fight, but the precise technique from someone professionally trained in combat. The knife fell to the pavement when Alejandro buried his elbow in the throat of the attacker, leaving him on his knees. The pedestrians scattered, shouts exploding while violence exploded in the middle of the street busy.

“Run!” Alejandro shouted. Ya facing the second attacker, María José staggered back with the conflict tearing her inside. All his instincts were screaming at him that I fled, but I couldn’t abandon him. Not after he had come to warn her, protect her. The third attacker had surrounded Alexander, who was busy blocking a flurry of blows from the second man Without thinking, María José grabbed a abandoned umbrella from a nearby table of a coffee and brandished it with all his force against the head of the third party.

The impact sent him a jolt painful down the arms, but it worked desired effect. The man staggered momentarily. disoriented Alejandro, upon hearing the noise, turned to time to deliver a devastating blow on the 100 of the man, knocking him down instant. “I told you to run,” he snapped. Alejandro, breathing hard while dispatching the second attacker with a brutal efficiency that did not leave doubts about his lethal training.

 “Of nothing,” María José replied with adrenaline making his voice ring firmer than it felt. A reluctant smile tugged at him. Let’s go before your arrival backup. They ran the remaining distance to the car. Alejandro opened the door of a he tugged and practically pushed her inside before sliding after her.

 The chauffeur, a stone-faced man with a demeanor military man, pulled away from the curb before that Alejandro would even close the door. Situation report, Alejandro demanded, checking María José for wounds with gentle hands, but efficient. I’m fine, she insisted, although everything his body was shaking from the soc Not to you, he replied, although his expression of relief suggested that I was glad to hear it.

Marcus, two more teams in the area, this one and north, changing to route contingency. Bravo,” reported the driver. with dryness. Alejandro nodded, took out his phone and he typed quickly. Safe house three. Alert Marta to find us there. María José saw how the streets acquaintances from his colony passed blurry through the window, reality changing under your feet like quicksand.

his apartment, everything he owned, lost in an instant. His life carefully built into flames, literally and figuratively, “They tried to kill us,” he said the words ringing hollow in their own ears. “Your cousin’s men tried to kill us.” “Yeah.” Alexander’s response was simple. his attention divided between the phone and the street behind them.

 By whom do you think I am? It wasn’t a question. That got all his attention. His dark eyes met hers. of it, indecipherable and intense. No, María José, because of who you are in reality. And who is that? she demanded with him tiredness and fear making its voice cutting Alejandro remained silent for a long time. moment, studying his face as looking for something When he finally spoke, His voice was soft, almost regretful.

Your father was not just an employee of me family, He was the most trusted advisor and friend closest to my father. Alejandro paused as preparing before continuing. Antonio Vasconcelos was married to Elena Montemayor, my sister father. The implications hit María José like a physical blow. Are you saying? Yes.

 Alejandro’s eyes do not They separated from their own. You are not just María José Ramírez. You are María José Vasconcelos Montemayor, my cousin, and according to the traditions of my family, the true one will inherit everything what controls the montayor empire. The world seemed to tilt on its axis while María José struggled to processtheir words, family traditions, heirs, a hidden identity, all his life, a lie carefully built.

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head. denial. That’s not possible. It is. Alejandro extended his hand towards her, but María José withdrew her instinctively. He did not insist, respecting her need away. Your father ran away with you when you were 3 years after your mother was killed. Everyone thought you had died with her in the car accident.

But Antonio Tomás managed to escape with you. Because? The question escaped his lips, small and lost. Why would he leave? Why do I would hide? Alejandro’s expression darkened. Because I believed that the death of your mother It wasn’t an accident. That they murdered her from inside the family. The car swerved suddenly, going into a narrow alley while Marcus He was muttering something about a tail.

 Maria José barely noticed it, too consumed for the revelations that destroyed everything she thought she knew about herself. “I don’t believe you,” he said. Although the words They lacked conviction, deep down something resonated with the story of Alexander, explaining the gaps in your memories of childhood.

 the inconsistencies in the his father’s past, the strange feeling of familiarity he had felt with Marth Vega. “You don’t have to believe me still,” Alejandro responded in a loud voice. low. “But believe this. Antonio knows who you are now and won’t stop until “We’re both dead.” María José stared at him dangerous man who claimed to be her family.

Why would he want to kill me? I don’t know anything about all this, because according to Montemayor family law, established more than a century ago, you are above Antonio and me on the line succession. You are the only daughter of Elena Montemayor, the direct blood line. Alejandro’s voice was somber and Antonio has spent the last 20 years making sure your position is next after me.

“I don’t want any of this,” Maria insisted. José with panic rising through his throat. “I don’t want your family, your money, your criminal empire. What you want doesn’t matter to Antonio,” Alejandro said crudely. Your mere existence is already a threat enough. The car swerved again, entering a parking lot underground beneath what looked like a luxury apartment building.

As they descended into the shadows, María José felt that she was going down to a new reality, one in which it was not only María José Ramírez, orphan waitress and librarian, but María José Vasconcelos Montemayor, hidden heir of a criminal dynasty. What happens now? He asked with his voice small in the dark. Alejandro’s hand found his in the shadows, warmly and unexpectedly comforting.

This time he didn’t move away. Now, he said quietly, we find evidence of who tried to kill you mother 20 years ago, because I suspect that It’s the same person who loves us both dead today. When the car stopped and the garage lights illuminated Alejandro’s determined expression, María José felt that something was changing inside her.

a strange feeling of recognition not towards him, but towards herself, as If some dormant part of your DNA I would have woken up whispering truths old Remember who you are. His father’s last words resonated in his memory with a new and terrible meaning. The question now was whether I wanted remember everything.

 The safe house was not not at all what María José had expected. Instead of a fortified bunker, Alejandro had taken her to a luxurious pentuse with panoramic views of the city. Unlike his own residence, this place felt lived in, books scattered on the coffee tables and framed photographs adorning the walls. “Whose place is this?” he asked.

she studying a blank photo and black of a younger alejandro next to an older man who shared his features strong. “Mine,” he replied, taking off his jacket to reveal a holster shoulder and the gun that he had saved life. “My official residence It’s for business. This is where I really live. The revelation surprised her that Alejandro Montemayor, feared businessman and supposed criminal boss, had a sanctuary secret full of tricked novels and jazz records.

“You’re staring,” he observed. with a touch of fun while he kept his gun in a safe hidden. I’m trying to reconcile this, She pointed around the comfortable space. with what I know about you. And what do you know about me, Maria Jose? The question was gentle, but direct. Before he could respond, the elevator announced an arrival.

Alejandro tensed, placing himself between María José and the door, relaxing alone when Marta Vega entered the apartment. “They are both unharmed,” Marta stated with relief evident in voice.His gaze fell on María José with a familiar intensity. “Did you tell him?” Alexander nodded. The basics, the welcoming committee interrupted us of Antonio.

Martha cursed softly. Spanish. It moves faster than we anticipated. The council meeting must have nervous Council meeting, Maria asked José, overwhelmed by the casual way in who talked about assassination attempts. The heads of the five families explained Alejandro indicating to everyone that they will sit I called an emergency session this tomorrow after confirming the Antonio’s participation in the incident of the restaurant.

María José sank into a chair leather, suddenly aware of his exhaustion. Five families like in the godfather. A smile crossed the face Alexander. Life imitates art sometimes, although We prefer to see ourselves as a consortium of businesses with flexible ethical guidelines. They are criminals, María José affirmed without rodeos.

Among other things, he granted the get defensive. The Montemayor family has companies legitimate jobs that employ thousands of people. We also have interests operating in regulatory gray areas. Don’t sugarcoat the truth, he intervened. Martha. The girl deserves to know after what what has happened He turned to María José.

Yes, the Montemayor organization is involved in criminal activities, protection, gambling, some contraband, but no drugs, no human trafficking and We do not attack civilians. María José absorbed that by trying reconcile him with the father who had acquaintance, a kind teacher who read to him poetry before sleeping.

And my father was part of this. Antonio Vasconcelos was the councilor, Marta said, the Italian word rolling naturally from his language. Advisor, strategist, mediator. It was the conscience of the organization that promoted legitimacy, ethical limits. “He was a good man,” Alejandro added in a low voice.

 “My uncle by marriage, but more father to me than my own.” María José struggled to process this new reality. If he was so important, why did he leave? Why did he take me and disappear? Alejandro and Marta exchanged looks, silent communication passing between them. Your mother, Elena, Marta began with be careful.

 He was the heart of the family, bright, beautiful, with title lawyer. She guided the legitimate business of the family. She and Antonio represented the future of the Montemayor organization, away from the old ways towards legitimacy. What happened to him?, María José asked, although a part of her didn’t want to know it. Officially an accident Alejandro answered with the expression darkening.

His car left the road mountain during a rain storm, but Antonio never believed that he was a accident. “He came to me the night after funeral,” continued Marta. had found evidence that brake lines on Elena’s car had been cut, but before it could present it to the council, there was an attempt against his life. And yours.

María José’s breathing he stammered. Someone tried to kill me. I was just a girl. “You were a greater mountain,” said Alejandro with simplicity. The last of the bloodline Elena. With your death, the succession would pass through my father’s line, to me and then to Antonio. The implications hit María José like a physical blow.

My father fled to protect me. He disappeared with you that same night, Marta confirmed. Used old contacts to create new ones identities. Tomás and María José Ramírez emerged fully formed with background, documents, including photographs of childhood manipulated to show Tomas with a little girl. “The trust fund,” Maria murmured.

José connecting dots. After my father died, he appeared money for my education, managed by a law firm with which I have never I met. “Mine,” said Marta, “I was the plan.” contingency of your father. If something happened to him, I had to make sure that you were taken care of, but since distance to keep you hidden.

” María José got up suddenly and walked towards the window. The city stretched before her suddenly alien. The place that was called home was now revealed as the kingdom from which they had hidden her. “This is crazy,” he whispered. Yesterday I was a waitress with debts studies. Today I am what, “A mafia princess.

” “You are Elena Montemayor’s daughter,” he said. Alejandro approaching to stand at his side. That makes you important to people with long memories and even longer grudges long. “I don’t want to be important,” he insisted. she turning to face him. “I want my life back.” Compassion in his eyes it surprised her.

That life was always temporary, Maria José, a shelter that your father built to keep you safe. Safe frompeople like you, she replied, with anger springing up to hide their fear. Alejandro accepted the blow without flinching. Yes, and no. The Montemayor family protected to your mother until someone betrayed That same person probably organized the assault on your father. years later.

The implication hit María José like a punch Do you think who killed my mother too killed my father after so many years? Antonio discovered something recently, Martha intervened. old records maybe or a photography, something that made him start doing questions about Antonio Vasconcelos and his daughter Three weeks ago it continued Alejandro requested access to the files sealed from Elena’s accident.

 one week later, men tried kill me in the Cardinal of Polanco, where By chance you were working. Coincidence?”, asked María José, already knowing the answer. “I don’t believe in coincidences,” Alexander replied. “Especially when they involve the same restaurant where your mother used to meet your father for lunch every Thursday.

” María José felt dizzy at the implications. “Do you think Antonio arranged for me to Will you work there? What have you known who I am all this time? Maybe,” said Marta, “Or maybe the destiny has a sense of humor “ideal.” A heavy silence fell as Maria José was trying to absorb the magnitude of these revelations.

Everything she had believed about herself, about its past, it was built on Carefully crafted lies. Lies meant to protect her, but lies at last. What does Antonio win? killing us both. he asked finally everything. Alejandro responded simply. With us out of the way, he becomes the sole heir of the Montemayor Empire.

More than 2,000 million in assets legitimate and considerably more in the shadows. The casual mention of so much wealth made that the head of María José gave turns. And you, what do you gain by protecting me? Alejandro seemed taken aback by the he asks. You saved my life at the restaurant. Honor demands that you return the favor.

Honor among thieves, she challenged him. A smile touched his lips, transforming his face from intimidating to almost youthful. We prefer to call ourselves entrepreneurs with flexible ethics. Do you remember? Despite everything, María José felt that a smile responded by pulling his lips. The absurdity of the situation, standing in a luxury apartment with a boss criminal and his counselor arguing with plots of murder and family honor, the hit suddenly.

“This is crazy,” he repeated, but with less conviction than before. “Welcome to the family business”, Alexander replied dryly. Marta cleared her throat. Speaking of business, we need move fast. Antonio will wait for us to flee or let’s hide We have to do the opposite. Alejandro nodded, his expression becoming serious again.

We need evidence linking it to the attempts against our lives and, ideally, upon Elena’s death. How Did we get it?, María José asked. surprised to find herself included in his plans. “We start with the accident report of Elena,” Marta suggested. official police investigation. Alexander shook his head. Antonio already accessed those files.

If there was anything incriminating, it was already will have eliminated. So we need someone who was there,” said María José slowly, as a memory emerged from the fog of his early childhood. Someone who saw what happened. so much Alejandro and Martha turned towards her with identical expressions of surprise. “What do you remember?” Alejandro asked.

carefully. María José closed her eyes. reaching fragments buried deep in your subconscious. Not the accident itself, but after. At the funeral, a man arguing with my tall father with a beard. He kept saying that he knew what had really happened, had I seen another car. Marco Richi, Marta breathed looking at Alexander, Elena’s chauffeur.

I was following her that day. Standard security protocol. Antonio told me that he died in a home accident one month after Elena,” Alejandro said, frowning. frown. That’s what everyone believed. “But what if, do you think he’s alive?” María José asked with a spark of hope lighting up despite itself same.

 “It would explain why Antonio fled when he did it.” Marta said. If Marco saw something and noticed it, Alejandro was already moving, taking out his phone. I need to make some calls. If Marco Richi is alive, someone in the old network will know. As he walked away to do his calls, Marta approached María José, studying her with those penetrating eyes They seemed to see too much.

“You have questions,” the woman stated. older. “Do them while Alejandro is busy. I will be more sincere than him.” María José He hesitated, but decided to get to the point with his most urgent concern. Alejandro and I are cousins.Second cousins. Technically, His father and my mother were siblings. And in this family business, what do we does each other? Martha’s lips They curved into a knowing smile.

Ah, you’re asking if the attraction what you feel is inappropriate. María José felt the heat rising to the cheeks. I didn’t say I didn’t have it. Marta’s expression softened. The Montemayor family is traditional in many things, but not that. The cousins seconds have been married in many cultures for centuries.

Furthermore, Alexander is not the greatest mountain of blood. His mother came from outside the family. It wasn’t, I wasn’t asking for marriage. María José stammered. Of course not, Marta admitted with feigned seriousness. But to answer the question no you did, there is no family impediment for what may arise between you two.

Before María José could formulate a response to that statement disturbing, Alejandro returned with gloomy expression. Marco Richi is alive, he announced. He lives under the name Miguel Reyes in a small town in the north of the state. My contact says it’s been around for almost 20 years. there running a mechanical workshop.

“When can we go?” he asked. Martha. Alejandro looked at his watch. “I already arranged a car, but we have another problem.” Antonio called a meeting of council emergency for tonight. If you did not attend, I will confirm your accusations that I am acting against the family interests. What accusations? María José asked.

That I have been diverting funds from the family accounts, that I have made deals with rival organizations, which I am not fit to lead. Alexander’s jaw tightened. All lies, but presented with enough evidence to create doubt. Evidence that he fabricated, Marta added. You can’t go to that meeting, he insisted.

María José, surprising herself with his vehemence. It’s obviously a trap. Alejandro’s expression softened as he look at her Your concern is noted, but I have what to go If I don’t do this, I lose any claim. to the leadership and Antonio wins by default. “Then I will go with you,” declared María José. Both Alejandro and Marta looked at her.

as if he had suggested turning on fire. “No way,” Alejandro said. firmly. Makes perfect sense, counterattacked she, getting excited about her plan improvised You said that I surpass both of them in the line of succession. If I show up at that meeting, you’ll get in a room full of people who have spent 20 years believing I’m dead.

People who may have been involved in the murder of my mother. He interrupted Martha. Exact. María José insisted. Whoever orchestrated all this, no will wait for me to show up openly. They will be prepared for Alejandro arrive alone and vulnerable. Alejandro studied her with a respectful new. Would you be willing to enter voluntarily in a nest of vipers to protect someone who barely do you know? Someone who has been doing less than an hour You thought he was a criminal.

María José held his gaze with firmness. I would enter a nest of vipers to find out who killed my parents. If that helps you stay alive in the process, consider it a bonus. one slow smile spread across his face of him. It was not the practiced charm that had shown in the restaurant, but something genuine and warm that transformed his factions.

“You are definitely Elena’s daughter,” he said quietly. The compliment affected her. more than I wanted to admit. “Then we will go to that meeting together of the council. While I look for Marco Richi,” he added Marta nodding slowly. “It could work. The unexpected appearance of the daughter of Elena would undoubtedly throw Antonio off.

Alejandro still seemed unsure. It’s too dangerous. More dangerous than having my apartment riddled or attacked in full street, she challenged him. I’m already in danger. At least that’s how I choose the battlefield. Alejandro and Marta exchanged looks. That type of communication without words born from years of trust.

He’s right, Marta conceded. He has no training or protection, Alexander objected. I have you, said María José with simplicity. Those three words were suspended in the air between them, loaded with implications that no one was ready to examine. Alejandro exhaled slowly. If we do this, and I’m not saying that we will do, you will have to look up to the task.

The council respects the power and tradition. “I can help you with that,” he offered. Martha. We are similar in size and I have access to Elena’s things kept in storage, including your jewelry. María José felt a strange emotion when think about wearing something that had belonged to the mother who did not remember.

How much time do we have? he asked. Until the meeting, Alejandro responded after checking his watch again. So, let’s get started, said Maria. José with more confidence than he felt. While Marta guided her towards whatIt looked like a guest room, María José looked back at Alejandro. He was framed against the horizon of the city, phone in hand, with a complex expression of concern and admiration For a moment their eyes met and something electric happened between them.

 one connection that transcended ties newly discovered relatives, something that It felt both dangerous and inevitable. María José looked away first and He followed Marta down the hallway. That night she would enter a world that I never knew it existed facing people who maybe They had murdered their parents and now They also wanted her dead.

I should have been terrified. Instead, she felt strangely alive, as if she had been sleepwalking all her life life until Alejandro Montemayor burst into her with his dangerous true. The council meeting was held in an unexpected place, the private room of a small and discreet restaurant Italian in the old quarter of the city.

When Alejandro’s car stopped facing the sidewalk, María José struggled to control your nerves, smoothing out wrinkles imaginary in the elegant black dress that Marta had provided. “Last minute questions?” he asked. Alejandro quietly from his side. with his impeccable suit and dark coat, looked every inch the mighty businessman or the dangerous criminal boss, depending on perspective.

“150,” she admitted, fiddling with the elegant emerald pendant on her throat. from my mother, according to Marta, but I still entering. Alejandro looked at her for a moment and then he reached out to stop her hands nervous You don’t have to do this. I can face it alone. María José lowered her He looked down at his hand covering hers.

strong, warm, unexpectedly comforting. If I have to do it for my parents, and he added meeting her gaze directly. For you. Something flashed in his eyes, surprise followed by something warmer. María José, no. She interrupted him with kindness. Don’t try to convince me again. one painful smile touched his lips.

I was actually going to say thank you. Oh. The sincere simplicity in his voice took her by surprise. In his brief acquaintance he had seen many facets of Alejandro Montemayor, the arrogant businessman, the fighter dangerous, the calculating strategist. This new vulnerability was perhaps the most disarming yet.

“Ready,” he asked, squeezing her hand. once before releasing it. María José took a deep breath, channeling every ounce of confidence I could gather. List. The restaurant was dimly illuminated and smelled of garlic and old wine. A old host greeted Alexander with evident deference, opening his eyes slightly when he saw María José before quickly recomposing his expression in professional neutrality.

He led them through the main dining room, where a handful of customers enjoyed late dinners, apparently oblivious to the power that gathered in the rear. “Everyone has already arrived,” Alejandro murmured. as they approached a heavy wooden door at the bottom of the restaurant. “Remember, let me speak first.

 When introduce yourself, stay calm and observe their reactions.” María José nodded with her heart beating like a drum in his ears. Marta had explained who they were the five heads of the family who were point of knowing, but everything was abstract resemblance until now, standing on the threshold of your inheritance hidden.

The host opened the door and announced in Italian: “The gift has arrived.” Upon entering the paneled lounge wood, five pairs of eyes turned towards them. María José immediately recognized Antonio for the descriptions of Alexander. A man in his early 40s years with the height of Alejandro, but without his natural grace.

His calculating eyes registered a soc genuine when you see it. “Excuse my delay,” Alejandro said fluently, guiding María José forward with a light touch on the lower part of your back. There was an unexpected development that required my attention. “What is this, Alejandro?” he demanded. Antonio recovering quickly.

Council meetings are closed. Who is this woman? The other heads of family, two older men and two middle-aged women, watched with expressions that ranged from curiosity to the suspicion. I think the presentations are in order,” Alejandro responded in a tone pleasant but authoritarian. “Ladies and gentlemen of the council, Let me introduce you to María José Vasconcelos Montemayor, daughter of Elena Montemayor and Antonio Vasconcelos.

” The reaction was immediate and dramatic. One of the older men, Salvador Romano, María José de la Marta’s explanation, he crossed himself. The youngest woman, Lucía Calibrasi, He got up half from his seat at the surprise. “Impossible,” Antonio stated with dryness, although María José did not go throughhigh the flash of genuine fear in his eyes.

Elena’s daughter died with her 20 years ago years. “Is this some trick?” “No trick, cousin.” said María José speaking for first time. The word cousin sounded strange to him. tongue, but he pronounced it with all his confidence he could muster. Although I understand your confusion, until recently I thought my name was María José Ramírez, daughter of Tomás Ramirez.

That doesn’t prove anything, Antonio insisted. turning towards the others. Alejandro brings any woman and she claims to be Elena’s long-lost daughter. How convenient just when your own position is under scrutiny. A DNA test can solve this easily, the older woman offered, Victoria Esparza, almost 80 years old but sharp and porterage look.

It’s already been done, Alejandro counterattacked with softness. The results confirm what I suspected since I met María José. She is, without a doubt, Elena’s daughter. María José maintained her neutral expression, although this was news to her. Alejandro had not mentioned any DNA test. Please sit down,” said Salvador.

Roman pointing to the two empty chairs on the long table. This meeting has taken a turn unexpected. As she took her seat, María José felt the Antonio’s gaze fixed on her, calculating, evaluating the threat that represented for his ambitions. “Forgive me my skepticism,” said the younger man, Miguel Ferrer, studying it intensely.

But Elena’s daughter was reported dead Antonio disappeared. Now, 20 years later, it appears just When questions arise about Alexander’s leadership. “I understand your concerns,” he responded. María José, drawing from a well composure I didn’t know I possessed. Until three days ago I did not have knowledge of my true heritage.

My father Antonio raised me like María José Ramírez to protect me. Protect you from what, Antonio challenged. Whoever murdered my mother, she answered, holding his gaze. directly. And then to my father. A heavy silence fell on the table. The five heads of family exchanged loaded glances of untold history. “These are serious accusations,” he finally said.

Victoria Esparsa. Do they have evidence to support them? “We’re getting her together now,” he said. Alexander fluently, which brings us to the true purpose of tonight’s meeting. Antonio has made accusations against me leadership, suggesting that I have acted in against family interests. with evidence,” added Antonio quickly.

Financial records showing suspicious transfers, meetings with the Casacop organization without Council approval. Fabricated evidence, counterattacked Alejandro, just as the one in the Elena’s accident 20 years ago. Antonio’s face turned red. anger. “Do you dare to accuse me?” “I haven’t accused anyone specifically,” Alejandro cut in with a tone dangerously soft.

Interesting that you have assumed immediately that I was referring to you, cousin. The tension in the room was palpable while the two men looked at each other fixedly. María José observed the other members of the council, noting their reactions. Salvador and Victoria, the oldest, They seemed worried, but reserved in his judgment.

Lucia showed open suspicion towards Antonio, while Miguel kept a careful neutrality. Perhaps, Victoria suggested, her ancient voice demanding immediate attention. We should postpone the discussion until that this matter of identity and these serious accusations can be investigated appropriately. “I agree,” added Lucía.

quickly. If María José is really the daughter of Elena, this completely changes the discussions of your session. Antonio slammed his fist against the table. This is exactly what Alexander intended to distract from their own betrayals presenting this imposter. Be careful, Antonio, Alejandro warned with deathly calm voice.

This is the second time you insult me guest There won’t be a third. María José felt the weight of history and the power pressing her. Generations of family policy Montemayor developing at his around. These people lived by codes and traditions I barely understood and yet somehow she was the center of their struggle for power.

I didn’t come here to interrupt your advice he said, finding his voice nor to complain no position or inheritance. I came for the truth about my mother, my father and because someone has tried kill both Alejandro and me in the last week. His words seemed to resonate with the older. Victoria nodded slightly. apparent approval of his frankness.

The girl speaks with meaning, he said. Savior. Old wounds have been reopened. Elena was loved by all of us. If your daughter lives and if her death was not a accident, the council must know the true. “I propose a compromise,” he declared. Victory with the authority of your positionlike the eldest We postponed for one week to allow time for verification of Maria’s identity José and research of these disturbing accusations.

During this time, Alexander will continue as interim chief, but all major decisions will require full approval of the Council. What if someone doesn’t want us to find the right? María José asked, looking significantly to Antonio. A week gives them time to eliminate evidence or witnesses. It’s a valid concern, he acknowledged.

Lucia. A gesture of good may be required. faith. All eyes turned towards Antonio, who had recovered the composure, although a muscle throbbed in his jaw. “I have nothing to hide,” he declared with rigidity. “Investigate what you want, but when this farce is discovered, I hope Alejandro faces consequences for his false accusations.

” “Okay,” Alejandro said without hesitation. And when the identity of María José and my accusations are proven true, I hope the same apply standards with you, cousin. victory gave clap once, the sound surprisingly strong in the tense room. Then it’s decided. We meet again in a week. Until then, I suggest everyone Let us proceed with caution and respect for the Montemayor name that we all serve.

At the end of the meeting, María José he felt Antonio’s gaze again about her. When he met his eyes, saw her, the naked hatred that barely hidden under a cloak of politeness. Alejandro guided her out of the room. with a protective hand on his elbow. They walked in silence through the restaurant and even the car that I expected.

That went better than expected, he said. Alejandro once they were safe inside the vehicle. And worse, better because they didn’t reject me Immediately, she assumed. worse because now Antonio knows exactly who I am and what threat I represent. Alejandro nodded with genuine admiration in his expression. You were remarkable in there as if you would have attended meetings of the advice all your life.

She was terrified, she admitted. I still am. Fear keeps you alert, he responded, checking his phone. We still haven’t heard from Marta. should having arrived with Marco Richi already. How If his words had invoked him, the phone rang. Alejandro answered and put on speaker. I found it, said Marta’s voice, tense.

and urgent. But we have a problem. Marco’s house was guarded. We managed to get out, but they followed us. We’re going to the drop-off point now. Antonio moved quickly, murmured Alexander. Too fast, added María José while a disturbing thought it happened to him. How did you know to keep an eye on the Marco’s house? We only discovered that He was alive a few hours ago.

Alejandro’s expression darkened. Either he already knew that Marco was alive or someone told him we were searching. Marta finished on the phone. We may have a leak. The implications were suspended heavily in the car. someone close Alejandro could be working with Antonio. Don’t trust anyone, Alejandro instructed.

Take him to a safe place. See you at the withdrawal point in 3 hours. After hanging up, Alejandro told the choer to take an indirect route of back to the Safe House, checking constantly if they followed him. Do you think someone in your organization betrayed? María José asked in a loud voice. low. It’s possible, he admitted with an expression gloomy Antonio has had years to cultivate allies, sow doubts about me leadership.

What did you mean in the meeting with that? of financial records and meetings with any organization? Alejandro sighed suddenly, looking sold out. The Casacop are a Russian organization who’s been trying to get into our territory. Antonio claims that I have been meeting with them secretly, selling the family interests.

And have you done it? No, he said firmly, but has created evidence that suggests the contrary. Manipulated photos, bank records counterfeit, enough to raise doubts. And doubts are all you need, María José understood. Just enough uncertainty to justify a move against you. Alejandro nodded impressed again. for your quick understanding.

Exactly. They traveled in silence for several minutes with the city lights passing blurry through the windows while the car winded through streets more and more unknown. “What did you mean about the test?” of DNA?” asked María José finally. You never mentioned taking my DNA. A flash of guilt crossed his face. Alexander.

The coffee cup. That first morning in my pentoe. I had it analyzed after I you went You took my DNA without me knowledge or consent. María José’s voice rose with indignation. I needed to be sure, he defended, although he had the decency tolook a little embarrassed. There was too much at stake to trust coincidences or similarities.

That. María José stopped breathing deep Did you know? After everything that has past today, that’s not even in me top 10 worries right now. A surprised laugh escaped him. a genuine sound that transformed your face making it look younger and carefree “Your ability to adapt to impossible situations is remarkable.

” “Need?” she responded with a ironic smile. “Apparently it runs in the family.” Their eyes met and something changed. in the environment between them. a moment of connection that transcended chaos that surrounded them. For a heartbeat, they weren’t reluctant allies in a dangerous game of politics familiar, but simply a man and a woman attracted to each other against all logic.

Alejandro broke the moment first looking away with obvious reticence. We should focus on reaching except with Marco. Your testimony could be the key to everything. María José nodded trying to ignore the persistent heat in his chest. What exactly do you think Did you see the day my mother died? I don’t know, Alejandro admitted.

But whatever it was scared him enough to fake your own death and disappearing for 20 years. Just like my father did to me, he murmured her. Your father was protecting you, Alejandro said softly. Marco was probably protecting himself. The car turned towards a narrow path that led to It looked like an industrial area.

Warehouses and manufacturing plants They rose like dark shapes against the night sky. Where are we going?, asked María José, suddenly alert to surroundings unknown. Alejandro frowned and bowed. forward to address the driver. Marcus, this is not the route to the house safe. The driver did not respond, continuing along the deserted industrial area.

Marcus Alejandro’s voice sharpened with authority. Stop now. Instead, the vehicle accelerated tires screeching while taking a sharp curve towards what looked like a abandoned loading yard. Alexander’s expression hardened. while looking for his gun, only to discover that the shoulder holster was empty. He had left his gun stored in the safe in your apartment.

“Bend down,” he ordered María José, already launching towards the chauffeur. But it was too late. The car skidded to a stop and suddenly the doors were opened with violence from outside. powerful hands They grabbed María José, dragging her out of the vehicle, while she He screamed and struggled. In the midst of chaos.

 He managed to see Alexander fighting two men large, his face contorted by the anger and effort. María José screamed before a blow in the head it would silence him. Then something soft pressed against her. face, a cloth with a chemical smell sweet and sickly. María José still held her breath struggling, but his lungs finally They betrayed her.

Gasping involuntarily, Darkness enveloped her like a tide, dragging her towards nothingness. His last thought before the world turned black was the eyes of Alexander, dark with worry, no for himself, but for her. María José woke up to the sound of dripping water. His head throbbed with the effects persistent of whatever it was that had used to subdue her, and her mouth It felt like it was full of cotton.

Keeping his eyes closed, he assessed his situation, hands tied behind the back, sitting in what looked like a chair wood. The air smelled of wet concrete and rust. “I know you’re awake,” said a voice family nearby. “Your breathing changed.” He opened his eyes and found Alejandro sitting in front of her, equally tied to a chair.

An ugly wound on his eyebrow left a trail of dried blood by a side of his face, but his eyes were clear and alert. “Where are we?” she whispered, scanning your surroundings. A large empty space with ceilings high ceilings and exposed pipes. Some type of factory or warehouse abandoned. One of Antonio’s properties, I think.

An old manufacturing plant in the eastern zone, Alejandro responded, trying their ties. The ropes creaked, but they resisted firmly. Are you hurt? María José shook her head. a grimace at the pain caused by the movement. Just high. You, I’ve had worse. His attempt at a reassuring smile came to his eyes. I’m sorry, María José.

Marcus had been with me for 8 years. I never suspected it. Antonio must have reached him,” she responded. without wanting to blame anyone. “How much “How long have we been here?” A few hours at a time sumo “It’s still dark outside.” He nodded towards a high window where a faint moonlight filtered through through dirty glass.

 Maria Jose processed the information. Marta will realize that something is wrong.bad when we don’t meet her. Yes, but he won’t know where to look for us,” he said. Alexander with gravity and will be focused on keeping Marco safe. The implications were heavy between them. An immediate rescue would not come. Whatever Antonio had planned, they would face alone.

“Then we escaped ourselves,” declared María José with more confidence than the one I felt A genuine smile touched the lips of Alexander this time. I admire your spirit, María José, but These restraints are professional work. Before I could respond, a heavy metal door opened with a clangor at the back of the warehouse.

Antonio entered with a firm step, flanked by two armed guards. The façade had disappeared. courtesy of the council meeting. His face was a mask of cold determination as he approached. Primo greeted Alejandro with false courtesy. I trust that the comforts are not too uncomfortable, Antonio answered Alejandro calmly.

This is beneath even you. The council will never accept your leadership after this. Antonio shrugged. shoulders, surrounding their chairs like a predator. The council will believe what is presented to it as evidence. By morning they will have proof that you tried to flee with family assets only to suffer a tragic accident.

He stopped in front of María José, studying it with clinical detachment. As for Elena’s miraculous daughter, I admit you surprised me. For 20 years I thought you were dead only to discover that Antonio had taken from there. You killed my mother, stated María José. with certainty suddenly crystallizing in his mind and to my father Antonio’s smile was chilling Technically I arranged your death.

mother, your father’s too, a lot after. Necessity, not pleasure, I assure you. The casual admission of having murdered Her parents beat María José like a physical punch, but refused to shake him satisfaction of seeing your pain. Why? What did my mother do to you? It existed, Antonio responded with simplicity.

Elena was brilliant, charismatic, the natural choice to lead. After the old guard retired, I would have always remained at his shadow Then you were born, consolidating his claim to leadership by line of blood. So you staged his accident, he said Alejandro with evident repulsion in the voice.

 A simple mechanical failure, confirmed Antonio with a contemptuous gesture. It would have been perfect if Marcon didn’t I would have continued that day. standard security protocol that I passed overlooked. He saw my men making sure that the job was done well. but You didn’t know about me, María José realized. My father took me out of there. A complication, Antonio acknowledged.

When I found out that Antonio had missing with you, I assumed I’d look protection on rivals, who would use you as currency. When that doesn’t happened, I concluded that both must have dead in hiding. Until recently. Alexander urged him. Antonio’s expression darkened. until I found an old photograph in Elena’s personal belongings, she, Antonio and their baby daughter, a daughter with a very birthmark distinctive.

María José instinctively tried reach his right shoulder, where a small crescent-shaped mark had always attracted attention desired. His tied hands prevented movement, but Antonio noticed it anyway. Yes, that same one, he confirmed. Imagine my surprise when I saw that brand in a waitress of the cardinal of Polanco, Elena’s favorite restaurant.

The resemblance was striking once I looked well. So you arranged for me they would kill together with Alejandro, he concluded Maria Jose finishing off loose ends. precisely Antonio checked his watch with the air of a businessman closing a meeting. And now, as much as I have enjoyed this family reunion, it’s time to conclude our affairs.

He nodded to one of his guards, who He approached and placed a silver briefcase on a nearby table. The other guard headed to a corner from the warehouse, placing what looked like small devices on the beams support. “Explosives,” Alejandro explained when he saw the questioning look of María José. He’s going to make it look like an accident.

A tragic gas leak, confirmed Antonio. The abandoned factory where you fools came to collect hidden funds before fleeing the country. What a pity. María José’s mind ran desperately looking for options. He subtly tested his bonds again, feeling how the ropes bit him the dolls. The council won’t believe it, he warned Alexander.

Marta already found Marco. Your testimony will never be heard, Antonio interrupted softly. My men are tracking them while we speak. At dawn, all loose ends They will have been eliminated. María José caught Alejandro’s gazeand saw in his eyes the same understanding the one she had arrived at. Antonio not only planned to kill them them, but also Marta and Marco.

Anyone who could challenge his version of the facts. You’ve thought of everything, she acknowledged, Hoping to keep Antonio talking while working on the ropes that They tied the wrists. Except one thing,” Antonio said, raising an eyebrow “And which one is it?” “The necklace of my mother,” María José responded, pointing with the head the emerald pendant that he was still wearing.

 “Inheritance familiar, right? How strange that you left evidence so valuable in my body.” Antonio frowned and approached with renewed interest. I hadn’t noticed that you were wearing it the council meeting. How did you get it? Marta had access to my things mother, she explained, buying time while I felt the rope begin to give in slightly.

Apparently it is quite valuable, not only for money, but for history. That completely caught the attention of Antonio. What do you mean, Martha? He said they gave it to the first Montemayor matriarch by of her husband. “A symbol of the line of family blood,” María José improvised, relieved to see the obvious interest of Antonio.

 “Wouldn’t you want it to be lost in an explosion, right?” Antonio extended his hand towards the pendant and raised it with unexpected delicacy of her clavicle. I had forgotten it. Elena always used it. While his attention was fixed on the necklace, María José once again captured the Alexander’s look. He gave her a feeling almost imperceptible, understanding its strategy.

“You should keep it,” she suggested, forcing vulnerability into his voice. Before finishing this, for the family legacy, Antonio studied his face with his suspicion fighting greed. Unusually generous of you. Of “I’m going to die anyway,” she replied. with bitterness. “What do I care about a necklace?” After a moment of consideration, Antonio leaned behind his neck to release the clasp.

When he approached, María José made her movement. With every ounce of strength I had, He crashed his forehead against the face of Antonio. The satisfying crunch of cartilage and his howl of pain told him that he had broken his nose. At the same time, Alexander launched forward, chair and all, crashing against one of the guards.

The partially loosened ropes of María José finally came about when She pulled hard and freed her hands. He grabbed the heavy silver briefcase from the table and brandished it with all his strength against the second guard who was raising his weapon towards Alexander. The impact made him stagger back at the guard and his shot went wide.

Alejandro, still tied to the chair, had managed to take down his guard and fought to reach the man’s fallen weapon. Antonio recovered faster than María José was waiting and rushed towards she with blood dripping from her nose destroyed She ducked under his grasp and ran toward the guard’s fallen gun. His fingers had just closed around of the weapon when Antonio held his ankle and pulled her back.

María José rolled over, raising the weapon, but Antonio hit her by the hand before that could point. Always thinking that they are smarter than everyone, he growled, pinning her against the ground with its superior weight and closing hands around his throat. María José struggled to breathe while his thumbs dug into his windpipe.

Through the darkening vision, saw Alejandro still struggling with both guards, unable to help her. This was the end. After discovering his true identity, reconnect with your inheritance, find unexpected allies and unexpected feelings, your journey would end up here at the hands of the man who He had left her an orphan.

No, the rejection came from somewhere deep and primal of his being. I wouldn’t die like this. With the last strength he had left, María José raised her knee strongly and connected solidly with the crotch of Antonio. His grip loosened enough to that she could take a whiff desperate for air and turn towards a side.

 While Antonio doubled over pain, María José crawled away and He lunged once more for the gun. This time his fingers closed with certainty around the handle. He rolled onto his back, raising his gun. just when Antonio was recovering and He charged towards her. The shot echoed deafening in the cavernous space. Antonio stopped mid-step, looking down in surprise red spot blooming on his chest.

He took a staggering step closer to Maria. José before falling to his knees. “You shot me,” he said, sounding more bewildered than angry. “Elena’s daughter shot me for my mother,” María José whispered with the firm weapon in his hands. “And for me father.” Antonio opened his mouth as if torespond, but instead collapsed sideways on the floor concrete.

On the other side of the warehouse, Alejandro he had finally freed himself from the chair and subjected to both guards. He ran to María José’s side, taking away gently the weapon of the hands trembling. María José said in a low voice, helping her to stand up. Are you OK? She stared at the motionless body of Antonio with the mixed emotions of way too chaotic to name them.

I killed him. You had no choice, he assured her. checking Antonio’s pulse with clinical detachment. He would have killed us both and then Marta and Marco. Before María José could answer, the warehouse door It burst open again. She tensed waiting for more men from Antonio, but instead he saw Marta leading a team of staff Alexander’s safety.

Your tracking device explained Alejandro seeing her confusion. On your mother’s necklace. When Antonio He removed it, activated the signal for Marta. The relief ran through María José in a dizzying wave. You knew it. That’s why you never mentioned that The collar had a tracker. A touch of his old arrogance reappeared in Alejandro’s smile.

I may have left out that detail. I needed your reaction to be genuine by suggesting that he take it. Manipulative, María José began, but she stopped too exhausted to get indignant We will talk about your trust issues later. Marta approached, evaluating the scene with professional efficiency. Marco is safe in the house retreat.

Is willing to testify before the advice about what you saw on the day of Elena’s accident and the explosives. Alejandro asked. pointing with the head devices still attached to the support beams. “My team is taking care of it, Marta reassured. we have to go already.” When leaving the warehouse, María José felt the weight of the events of the night crushing her.

He had discovered his true identity, confronted with the murderer of his parents and taken a life, all in matter of days. Alejandro’s arm around her waist supported her as they walked towards the waiting vehicles. It’s over, María José, are you safe now? She raised her looking at him, studying the lines strong of his face, now softened out of concern for her.

 Of true, it’s over. What happens now? “That,” he said gently. it depends completely from you. The dawn broke As they walked away from the warehouse, painting the sky in golden tones and amber The same colors that María José had admired from the pento of Alexander, that seemed like a lifetime ago. “The council will need to be informed,” Marta said from the front seat.

With the testimony of Marco and the evidence of devices Antonio, your position is assured. Alexander. And the identity of María José? asked him without even letting go of his hand in space between them. Marta looked at them in the rearview mirror with a complicit expression. Confirmed beyond all doubt. The Elena Montemayor’s daughter has returned to take its rightful place.

I haven’t decided where my place is yet. legitimate. María José intervened. I’m still processing everything, so Of course, Alejandro said quickly. Nobody expects you to make decisions immediate. You have time. The car was silent while they toured the city woke up María José observed the familiar streets with new eyes.

I was no longer an anonymous waitress struggling for paying the rent, but María José Vasconcelos Montemayor will inherit from a complex legacy of power and responsibility. Where are we going? Marta asked the approaching a major intersection. To the safe house. To the Pentouse. Alejandro looked at María José clearly leaving you the choice.

where you feel most comfortable. María José considered her options, suddenly aware that his little one apartment with its futon and stove electricity no longer existed as a refuge. That life had been cremated on moment when Alexander entered the cardinal of Polanco and she decided warn him. “Your house,” he decided, surprising himself.

same. The real thing, not the pentouse. Alexander’s eyes warmed with something that could have been hope. Are you sure? No, she admitted with a small smile. I’m not sure of anything right now, but I feel safe with you. Despite everything, his fingers tightened around hers. I will never leave Don’t let anyone hurt you again, Maria.

Joseph. That’s a promise I can make with absolute certainty. As the car turned toward the private residence of Alexander, Maria José felt something unknown unfolding on his chest. No exactly peace, but maybe its precursor, hope. He had lost both his parents, his identity, the simple life that there was built. But maybe he had also gained something, family.

 TRUE? And whateverthat connection could become indefinite with Alejandro. What do you think about? He asked in a loud voice low, studying his profile in the light of the morning. María José turned to find herself with his gaze, allowing himself to recognize the attraction that had been latent between them since that first night in the restaurant. “I’m thinking,” he said carefully, “that when my father said, “Remember who “you are,” he wasn’t just referring to my name or my inheritance, It was referring to something deeper.

To the person you are inside, Alexander suggested. Beyond names and titles. María José nodded, squeezing his hand. I’m still finding out exactly who is that person, but I think I would like to discover it with you by my side. The smile that transformed the face of Alexander was like the dawn breaking between clouds, bright, warm and full of promises.

“I would like that too,” he said. simply. When the car entered the garage private under the Alexander building, María José felt the first genuine peace that he had experienced since he heard those fateful words in the Cardinal of Polanco. The road ahead would be complex, full of challenges and adjustments, while He was navigating his new identity and heritage.

But for the first time since the death of his father, would not face that path alone. What came next, what decide on his role in the Montemayor organization, its relationship with Alejandro, his future, would face him with truth, with family and with the strength that It was his true inheritance from both parents.

María José Vasconcelos Montemayor I had finally arrived home. M.