CHAPTER 5: A LOVE WORTH FIGHTING FOR
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The rumors could no longer be ignored.
What began as whispers among reporters and business executives had become the favorite topic of gossip across the city.
The billionaire heiress of the Mendoza Dynasty.
The billionaire heir of the Mondragon Empire.
Together.
Photographs had started appearing online.
Not enough to prove anything.
But enough to make people suspicious.
Mia knew it was only a matter of time before the truth exploded.
Unfortunately, she was right.
The following Monday morning, she was summoned to her grandmother's office.
That alone was unusual.
Her grandmother rarely involved herself in business matters anymore.
When Mia entered the room, she immediately noticed something was wrong.
Her grandmother sat quietly.
Susan was there.
Mark was there.
Uncle Elmo was there.
The atmosphere felt tense.
Dangerous.
"Mia," her grandmother said softly.
"Sit down."
Mia obeyed.
Susan folded her arms.
"We have heard some troubling rumors."
Mia remained calm.
"What kind of rumors?"
Susan slid several photographs across the desk.
Mia's heart nearly stopped.
The pictures showed her and David together.
At restaurants.
At charity events.
Walking side by side.
Laughing.
Looking very much in love.
The room fell silent.
"Mia?" her grandmother asked.
"Are they true?"
Mia stared at the photographs.
For a brief moment, she considered lying.
Then she remembered David.
She remembered every promise they had made.
Every dream they shared.
Every risk they had taken.
"No."
Everyone looked at her.
"No, what?" Susan asked.
Mia slowly raised her head.
"No, I will not deny it."
The room froze.
Susan's eyes widened.
Even Elmo looked surprised.
"I love him."
The words echoed through the office.
Her grandmother closed her eyes.
As though she had feared this answer.
"A Mondragon?" Susan hissed.
"Yes."
"They are our enemies."
Mia stood.
"Why?"
The question shocked everyone.
"What?"
"Why are they our enemies?"
Nobody answered.
Because nobody knew.
Not really.
The feud had existed for generations.
Longer than most family members had been alive.
People hated because they had been taught to hate.
Nothing more.
"You don't understand," Elmo said.
"No."
Mia shook her head.
"You don't understand."
She looked around the room.
"I have spent my entire life listening to stories about hatred."
Her voice grew stronger.
"I have watched both families waste years fighting."
"Enough," Susan snapped.
But Mia continued.
"I love David."
Silence.
"And I am not ashamed of it."
For the first time, Susan's smile disappeared completely.
Pure hatred flashed across her face.
Hatred Mia had never noticed before.
Hatred that frightened her.
Her grandmother sighed.
Then quietly said,
"Leave us."
Mia hesitated.
Then turned and left.
The moment the door closed, Susan slammed her hand against the desk.
"This cannot happen."
Her grandmother looked tired.
"It already has."
"We can stop it."
"How?"
Nobody answered.
Because deep down, they all knew the truth.
Mia had inherited her father's stubbornness.
Once she made a decision, changing her mind was nearly impossible.
Across the city, David was having a similar conversation.
His grandfather was furious.
Carlos was furious.
Several relatives were furious.
Only David remained calm.
"You are embarrassing this family," Carlos said.
David laughed.
"By falling in love?"
"By choosing a Mendoza."
"I chose Mia."
"Same thing."
"No."
David stood.
"Mia is not her family."
The room became silent.
His grandfather's expression hardened.
"You will end this relationship."
"No."
The answer came instantly.
Without hesitation.
Without fear.
"No."
The old man rose from his chair.
"You dare defy me?"
David met his gaze.
"Yes."
The room exploded into arguments.
Threats.
Warnings.
Demands.
Yet David never changed his answer.
Not once.
Because for the first time in his life, he had found something worth fighting for.
And he refused to lose it.
Later that evening, he met Mia at their favorite garden.
The moment she arrived, he knew something was wrong.
"They know."
David sighed.
"So do mine."
For several seconds, neither spoke.
The future suddenly felt uncertain.
Dangerous.
Complicated.
Mia sat beside him.
"What do we do now?"
David looked toward the stars.
Then smiled.
"We fight."
Mia blinked.
"Fight?"
"For us."
The answer surprised her.
Most people would have given up.
Most people would have surrendered.
David wasn't most people.
Neither was Mia.
A small smile appeared on her face.
"I like that plan."
David laughed.
"Good."
Because he had another surprise.
A very important one.
He reached into his pocket.
Then removed a small velvet box.
Mia's eyes widened.
Immediately.
"What is that?"
David looked nervous.
Terrified, actually.
Which made her smile.
"David?"
He opened the box.
Inside rested a diamond ring.
Beautiful.
Elegant.
Perfect.
For a moment, Mia forgot how to breathe.
"Marry me."
The words hung in the air.
The world seemed to stop.
Everything disappeared.
The feud.
The pressure.
The hatred.
The billion-dollar empires.
Only one thing mattered.
David.
And the future he was offering.
Tears filled Mia's eyes.
Not tears of sadness.
Tears of happiness.
The kind she hadn't felt since her parents died.
The kind she thought she might never feel again.
"Yes."
David stared.
"Yes?"
Mia laughed through her tears.
"Yes, you idiot."
David immediately pulled her into his arms.
Both laughed.
Both cried.
Both believed they had just won the greatest battle of their lives.
Neither realized they had just declared war against people far more dangerous than they imagined.
Hidden nearby, a camera flashed.
Someone had photographed everything.
The proposal.
The ring.
The embrace.
The happiness.
And that photograph would soon reach Susan Mendoza.
The moment Susan saw it, her face turned pale with rage.
Then came the hatred.
Then came the plan.
A deadly plan.
Because if Mia and David got married, everything Susan had worked for would collapse.
The Mendoza fortune.
The secrets.
The lies.
The murders.
Everything.
And Susan could not allow that.
No matter the cost.
No matter who had to die.
That night, as Mia fell asleep dreaming about her wedding, Susan sat alone in darkness.
Planning.
Calculating.
Preparing.
Because the countdown to tragedy had officially begun.
And somewhere in the shadows, death was already waiting for its first victim.
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