Montenegro Gala
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The Montenegro Mansion had never looked more magnificent.
Crystal chandeliers illuminated the grand ballroom while soft classical music flowed through the air. Politicians, business leaders, and influential families from across the province filled the room, dressed in elegant gowns and tailored suits.
Tonight was the annual Montenegro Foundation Gala, one of the most important social and political events in the region.
Every guest had come for two reasons.
To support the charity.
And to gain the favor of Governor Alejandro Montenegro.
Upstairs, inside her room, Althea stood in front of the mirror while Lola Marta adjusted the last pin in her hair.
“You look beautiful, hija,” Marta said warmly.
Althea smiled nervously.
She was wearing a soft silver evening gown that flowed gently to the floor. The dress hugged her figure elegantly but remained simple—something she had chosen carefully.
She didn’t want to draw too much attention tonight.
Unfortunately, that seemed impossible.
“You’ve grown into such a stunning woman,” Marta continued proudly. “The Governor will surely be surprised.”
Althea felt her stomach tighten.
“That’s exactly what worries me,” she murmured.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” Althea said quickly.
But the truth was simple.
She was nervous about seeing him again—not just in private, but in front of everyone.
Because Alejandro Montenegro was not just her uncle in the eyes of society.
He was also one of the most powerful men in the province.
And she had no idea how he would look at her tonight.
As family?
Or something else entirely?
Meanwhile, downstairs in his private study, Alejandro stood by the window overlooking the arriving guests.
His trusted assistant, Victor Ramos, reviewed the schedule for the evening.
“Governor, the mayor of San Lorenzo has arrived, along with Senator Castillo and the Lim business group.”
Alejandro nodded slightly.
“Good.”
Victor hesitated before continuing.
“And… Miss Althea has also come down from her room.”
Alejandro’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
Three years.
Three years since he last saw her.
Yet the moment she walked into the mansion earlier, everything he had carefully controlled suddenly felt unstable.
Victor glanced at him curiously.
“You seem distracted tonight, Governor.”
Alejandro gave him a sharp look.
“I am not distracted.”
Victor raised his hands slightly in surrender.
“Of course.”
Just then, the ballroom doors opened wider as another group of guests entered.
And suddenly, the music softened.
Heads began turning.
Alejandro followed their gaze.
Then he saw her.
Althea slowly descended the grand staircase.
For a moment, the entire ballroom seemed to pause.
The soft silver gown shimmered under the chandelier lights. Her long dark hair framed her face perfectly, and her calm grace made her look almost like royalty.
Alejandro felt something tighten painfully in his chest.
She was no longer the young girl who used to run through the mansion gardens.
She had become a woman.
A very dangerous woman.
Victor leaned closer and whispered quietly.
“I think half the men in this room just forgot they were married.”
Alejandro didn’t respond.
His sharp eyes remained fixed on her.
And something unfamiliar stirred inside him.
Possessiveness.
At the bottom of the staircase, Althea tried to ignore the curious gazes around her.
She spotted her aunt Sophia immediately.
“Althea!” Sophia said happily, embracing her. “You look wonderful.”
“Thank you, Aunt.”
Several guests greeted her politely, praising her beauty and asking about her studies abroad.
But while she smiled and responded politely…
Her eyes searched the room.
And then she found him.
Standing near the far end of the ballroom.
Alejandro.
Their eyes met instantly.
And the world around them seemed to disappear.
His gaze was intense… almost dangerous.
Althea’s heart began beating wildly.
She quickly looked away, pretending to listen to another guest.
But fate had other plans.
A tall young man approached her with an easy smile.
“Good evening,” he said confidently. “You must be Miss Althea Montenegro.”
She nodded politely.
“Yes.”
He extended his hand.
“Daniel Montenegro.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
Her cousin.
The ambitious heir of the Montenegro political family.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Daniel said with a charming grin. “But I didn’t expect you to be this beautiful.”
Althea laughed softly, slightly embarrassed.
“You’re exaggerating.”
“Not at all.”
Daniel leaned slightly closer.
“In fact… would you like to dance?”
Before Althea could answer—
A cold voice interrupted.
“She’s not dancing.”
Both of them turned.
Alejandro had arrived.
The governor stood beside them now, his presence immediately commanding attention.
Daniel raised an eyebrow.
“Uncle,” he greeted calmly.
Alejandro’s expression remained unreadable as his eyes moved briefly toward Althea.
Then back to Daniel.
“There are many guests here,” he said firmly. “Find someone else.”
Daniel chuckled lightly.
“You sound strangely protective tonight.”
Alejandro didn’t answer.
Instead, he looked directly at Althea.
“Walk with me.”
It wasn't a request.
It was an order.
The guests nearby quickly pretended not to notice the tension.
Althea hesitated for a moment before following him.
They stepped out onto the quiet balcony overlooking the illuminated gardens.
The music from inside became distant.
Only the cool night air remained between them.
For several seconds, neither spoke.
Finally, Alejandro broke the silence.
“You shouldn’t entertain Daniel.”
Althea frowned slightly.
“He just asked me to dance.”
“And you were considering it.”
“So?”
Alejandro’s eyes darkened.
“He’s not the type of man you should trust.”
Althea crossed her arms slightly.
“And since when do you decide who I trust?”
Alejandro stepped closer.
Too close.
“You came back after three years,” he said quietly. “The least you could do is avoid unnecessary trouble.”
Her heart raced.
“Trouble?” she repeated softly. “Or jealousy?”
The words slipped out before she could stop them.
Alejandro froze.
Their eyes locked.
Dangerous.
Electric.
For a brief moment, the powerful governor seemed to lose his usual control.
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he said in a lower voice.
“Why?”
Because they might be true.
The space between them felt suddenly too small.
Too intense.
Too forbidden.
And neither of them realized that from the ballroom window…
Someone was watching.
And that someone was already beginning to suspect the truth.
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