I barely slept a wink that night. Nakahawak ako sa journal, pressing it tight against my chest like it was a lifeline. Every word Papa had written kept echoing in my mind — I did not order his death. Hector orchestrated everything. Elias had spent ten years hating the wrong man. Blaming the wrong family. And Isabel… she knew. She knew the truth, yet she chose to twist it all just to keep Elias by her side.
The first light of dawn barely touched the sky when I heard voices outside my door. Elias’s voice. Low and tight. Then Isabel — weeping, trembling, her voice thick with sobs that sounded heartbreakingly real. I stood up, heart hammering, and pressed my ear against the wood.
“She knows, Elias,” Isabel cried. “Gem knows everything. About Papa. About your father. About everything. And she
