<b>Chapter </b><b>41 </b>
<b>Nivera </b>watched Alejandro with clenched fists as he epted her rejection of his “Freedom” with a smile on his face.
He said nothing<b>–</b>just studied her face for a moment longer, like he was searching for something.
Then his phone burred.
He nced at the screen and sighed, annoyance flickering through his expression and it made Hiver wonder what the matter was, not like she cared <b>anyway</b>.
“Duty calls,” he muttered, slipping the phone into his pocket, and he handed her passport and cash back to her.
As he moved toward the door, he nced back over his shoulder and saw that she hadn’t moved from her spot.
With his voiceced with sarcasm, he said, “Don’t let me stop you if you still want to snoop around. Just be <b>sure </b>to lock up my safe when <b>you’re </b>done
And then he was gone.
The silence left behind was thick. The fact that he had left her with the items she needed to make her getaway also said <b>a </b>lot.
Nivera stood there, staring at the door long after he disappeared.
She exhaled, slow and measured, then looked down at the ring still lying in its box. “Mis,” she whispered again.
That sounded like ‘mine. Her lips curled bitterly. She <b>wasn’t </b>his anything. Not yet. Not ever
But she needed a n. A new one to get out of the hell she was living in
<b>She </b>returned the ring the passport, the cash–everything–back into the safe and shut it with <b>a </b>soft click.
nbait
Alejandro had given <b>her </b>an opening, but it had been baitced with thorns. <b>If </b>she ran now, he’d <b>chase </b>her. And something told her he wanted her to try.
n B had to be subtle. Long–term. She would have to act like she’d given up. Smile. y nice. <b>Wait</b>.
Wait until he let <b>his </b>guard dowIL
Then she’d <b>run</b><b>, </b>and this time–he wouldn’t catch her.
Taking onest look at the room, she opened the door and left.
Alejandro’s SUV pulled into the abandoned warehouse lot, headlights cutting through the darkness.
Inside, Nathaniel ckwell was already surrounded–three of Alejandro’s men had dragged him from his penthouse an hour ago and brought him here, bruised and bloodied, stripped of all pretense.
Alejandro stepped out, slow and steady. His ck gloves were already on, and he cracked <b>his </b>knuckles.
Nathaniel looked up from where he knelt, blood trickling down his nose.
“You think this’ll change anything?” <b>Nathaniel </b>spat. <b>“</b>You’re just another thug–”
Alejandro’s fist crashed into his jaw before he could finish. The impact cracked through the room, silencing everyone.
What was
it was up with everyone calling him <b>a </b>thug today?
“Let’s got something clear, Alejandro said, yes like ice. “I’m not <b>just </b>a thug. I’m the man who owns the <b>dry</b><b>, </b>you <b>think </b>you can not in it
And with that, Alejandro sent another blow, which sent Nathaniel sideways.
He grabbed him by the cor, lifted him up, and punched again–calcted, controlled, Nat rage. Precision.
“For what you did to her.” Alejanden muttered. “For thinking about her the way you did.”
Nathaniel coughed, blood spilling. <b>“</b>She’s just a
Alejandro hit him again.
And again.
And again.
Then, finally, he stopped. Breathing hard, fist twitching, Alejandro stood with his gun raised. He pressed the muzzle against Nathaniel’s forehead, who was shaking profusely.
His finger hovered on the trigger.
But something in him shifted. The weight of the gun. The scent of blood. The memory of Nivera’s voice, trembling, and this made him lower the gun.
“You know what, rough him up some more,” he ordered coldly, as he wasn’t done with him yet”
Alejandro watched as his men finished roughing up Nathaniel, his own breathing calm but filled with unspoken menace.
Nathaniel groaned, <b>head </b>hanging low, blood dripping <b>of </b>
<b>g </b>onto the <b>warehouse </b>floor. “P–please,” he pleaded
“Already, that’s enough,” Alejandro instructed his men, and they stopped.
He then crouched down in front of him, face calm and cold.
“I want you to fix what you broke. Clear Nivera’s name,
“W–what?” Nathaniel asked weakly. “I can’t…”
Alejandro grabbed his jaw, forcing him <b>to </b>look up. “<b>Wrong </b>answer”
He then hold up his phone and swiped through something, then turned the screen toward Nathaniel
On it was a photograph of a young girl
“I did my research,” Alejandro said, his voice deceptively light. “She just turned eighteen, right? Full schrship. Smart. Keeps <b>her </b>head down. Unlike you, your daughter seems decent.”
Nathaniel’s bloodshot eyes widened. “Don’t–don’t touch her-
Alejandro smiled darkly. “I don’t need to. Not unless you force my hand. You’re going to publicly admit the truth. That you lied <b>about </b>vera. That you harassed her. That every agency that smeared her name did so based on your fabricated statement.”
Nathaniel trembled. “You’re bluffing. You wouldn’t harm her”
“Am 12” Alejandro’s voice lowered to a lethal whisper. “She’s already been followed for two days. We have footage. You really want her name dragged through the same hell you put Nivers through? Or maybe you’d prefer to <b>see </b>her reputation ruined before she ever even starts her life?”
Nathaniel stared at him, panicked<b>, </b>as he was cornered,
Alejandro stood, slipping his phone back into his coat pocket. “You’re going to for this. Not because I’m sparing your life–but because the <b>people </b><b>you </b>
love won’t be spared the fallout If you don’t.
Nathaniel’s face contorted, Its pride waiting with fear. Then slowly… he nodded.
“Fine,” he croaked. “I’ll do it.”
Alejandro’s men stepped forward.
<b>“</b>Get him in the car,” Alejandro ordered, his tone final. “He’s got work to do.”
His men obeyed, dragging Nathaniel to the SUV like discarded trash.
As they worked, Martin approached, phone in hand.
“It’s about Nivera,” he told Alejandro, who immediately gave him his attention.
“We’ve filed defamationwsuits against two agencies. One’s already folded. The others are backpedalling <b>Stories </b><b>are </b>being retracted about her
Alejandro smiled as he began to take off his gloves, “Good”
It was long <b>overdue</b>. <b>Since </b><b>they </b>liked running their mouths, they definitely had the funds to pay for it.
“She’ll find out. Eventually,” Martin stated.
“I know,” he responded, and Nivera better thank him as he was wasting time and resources,
“<b>Once </b>Nathaniel issues the statement or whatever, kill him and make it look like it was a suicide.”
*Alright!”
He then checked the time and saw that it <b>was </b>almost six.
“Time to get back to my darling Cabezota,” he muttered <b>as </b>his eyes shone with excitement.
She hadn’t gone back to his room after he left. It felt too charged, too intimate, too risky
Instead, Nivera curled up in the living rooms with her phone as she checked the inte.
Her name was trending.
Photos from the wedding <b>were </b>everywhere–her green dress<b>, </b>her sharp cheekbones, the way Alejandro stood beside her like she belonged there
*Who is Alejandro Garcia’s mystery woman?” one headline read.
off the
Another: “Finally off the market?”
She scrolled, stomach twisting. Some praised her–stunning, elegant, bold. Others called her worse–gold–digger, social climber, opportunist
Surprisingly, their insults didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would.
Rather, she found the whole situation amusing as their insults were just due to jealousy,
A sound snapped her out of her thoughts and when she paid attention, she heard the <b>door </b>open, which made her chest tighten.
He’s back, she muttered to hersell.
But the sound that followed wasn’t his footsteps. There were the echoes of heels.
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She immediately made her sit up as she wondered which it was. On cub, an older woman stopped in, and she had bag
Nivera blinked while the woman gasped.
“Oh, dearl” The bags slipped from her hands and groceries tumbled out.” Nivern, you startled met Marceline said.
Nivera quickly rushed forward. “I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean–here, let me help.”
They then knelt together, collecting the scattered groceries.
The woman–elegant, graceful despite her surprise–regarded Nivern with a mixture of awe and confusion,
“Are you staying here?” Alejandro’s mother asked, and Nivera nodded.
Well, against her will, she added in her head.
The woman’s brows liftest in clear shock. “Wlejandro let you stay?”
“Is… it that bad?” Nivera asked, cautiously. Antonio <b>has </b>insinuated that she was the first person other than family he had brought to the mamion
“No,” Marceline replied softly, shaking her head <b>as </b>she subtly wiped her <b>eyes</b>. “No, <b>it’s </b><b>just</b>… rare, very rare.”
<b>That </b>unsettled <b>Nivera</b><b>. </b>
They finished putting the groceries away, side by side, and when they were done, the woman turned to her and said quietly, “Thank you. For being in his life.”
Nivera froze as the woman’s words were out of the blue.
The woman smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “He’s closed himself off for so long. I thought <b>he’d </b>never let anyone in again.”
Guilt punched Nivera in the gut. This woman genuinely believed Alejandro had found love. That she was that person.
Nivera nodded slowly. “He’s never… mentioned that
“Not surprised,” Marceline murmured. “But I’ve seen the news. The things <b>they </b>said about <b>you </b>and I know it’s because of Alejandro your name is being shamed…”
“Ignore them,” Nivera said quickly, stiffening.
“I’m d you didn’t” Marceline patted her hand. “You were right to sue.”
“Sue?” Nivera blinked. “I didn’t-
Marceline tilted her h
<b>rhead</b>. “Thewsuit. Defamation. You didn’t file it?”
Realization dawned.
Alejandro.
She nodded slowly.
guess it was filled on my behalf.”
But why would he? Especially when he said he didn’t care.
Marceline studied her with a knowing look, but didn’t press. Instead, she sat down and patted the seat beside her.
Nivera joined her
“Tell me about your family?” Marceline asked gently, and vera stiffened, something the former immediately caught
“I’m sorry. That was rude ”
“No,” Nivera mirmured. “It’s fine. They’re justplicated.”
“Then let’s not talk about them<b>” </b>
How did such a nice wontan give birth to such a demon like Alejandro”
Marceline paused, then asked, almost hesitantly, “Is Alejandro treating you right?”
Nivera’s heart skipped <b>as </b>she knew the answer to that, but she couldn’t say the same to Marcelina
She opened her mouth then froze when the front door opened.
<b>Shoes </b>
Alejandro was finally home.
Marceline turned with a warm <b>smile</b><b>. </b>
Nivera stayed frozen in ce, pulse racing, unsure <b>what </b>was crazier that he was the one protecting her name….
Or that he was also the one holding her hostage.
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