~~Alejandro~~
I turned just and noticed her shoved Elena aside and walked into my house without permission, my chest tightened.
The audacity. My private mansion, and she barged in like she owned it.
“Jandro… Jandro,” Valentina called, her voice ringing with entitlement. Her eyes landed on me, and she walked closer.
“I called you, but you didn’t pick up, so—” Her voice cracked when she realized she’d crossed a line.
Silence stretched. My mind was already working on how to clip the Morales wings once and for all. My father had given them far too much freedom.
I shifted my gaze from her to Elena. She looked scared, confused.
“Go back inside,” I told her. She nodded quickly, climbing the stairs with hesitant steps, looking back at me as if seeking reassurance.
“Jandro, why is she here?
