Instead, I found bruises blooming across her ribs, purple fingerprints on her arms, and healing marks along her back.
My breath left me.
“Who did this to you?” I whispered.
Her tears spilled silently. “Your mother and your brother forced me to sign everything over.”
The room turned cold.
Outside the window, Mother’s voice floated from the garden, laughing with Ricardo over champagne.
I pulled the blanket gently back over Elena’s shoulders and kissed her forehead.
“Then they didn’t steal from my wife,” I said softly. “They declared war on the wrong man.”…
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