Elijah Vega.
“She is the daughter of an esteemed friend! I gave you gold as wife only for her to end up crying before me because I raised an i***t who can’t even take care of one woman?”
The Don's voice slithers through the mahogany doors. “If you can’t handle one woman, how the hell are you meant to be my eldest son!?”
I’m pacing outside the office. The walls might as well be glass as Enid is right at it, with arms crossed like a sentry. Sergio’s right in front of him, nostrils flaring, jaw tight. He's holding himself back but barely.
My teeth grind. The old man's delusional if he thinks power comes from shackling his children to strangers. “You have nothing to say, Rodrigo!?” he roars.
“Father, you forced me to be with her. I followed your orders.”
“And I forced you to cherish he
