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CHAPTER 2: THE CHILD WHO WAS ERASED Esteban couldn’t speak. The hospital room felt smaller with every passing second. “One daughter wasn’t enough?” he finally whispered. Yohandra closed her eyes. “No.” Her voice trembled. “There were two.” Luna looked confused. She held onto Esteban’s hand tightly. “Mommy said I had a brother.” The sentence destroyed the last bit of confusion. Esteban looked at Victor. “You knew?” Victor didn’t deny it. “I knew everything.” The anger inside Esteban finally broke. “You knew I had children and you said nothing?” Victor walked closer. “You had a future.” “A future?” Esteban laughed bitterly. “You stole my entire life.” Victor’s expression hardened. “No. I protected this family.” Yohandra shook her head. “Protected?” Her voice became stronger. “You destroyed us.” Seven years earlier. Yohandra had discovered something at Victor’s private clinic. Something illegal. Something that could destroy his empire. She had found records showing Victor had been hiding medical experiments under fake company names. When she threatened to expose him, Victor gave her one choice: Disappear. Or watch Esteban lose everything. So Yohandra ran. But she wasn’t alone. She was pregnant. With twins. A girl. And a boy. Victor allowed Luna to stay hidden because he believed she could be controlled. But the boy… The boy was taken. Esteban’s face turned white. “What happened to my son?” Nobody answered. Then Victor spoke. “He died.” Yohandra immediately shouted: “Liar!” The monitor beside her started beeping faster. Victor remained calm. “You never saw the body.” Esteban stared at him. Because suddenly… everything became clear. The missing child. The fake death. The secrets. “Where is my son?” Victor looked at him. Then smiled. “That’s the question you should have asked seven years ago.” The hospital lights flickered. And outside the room… someone was listening. Someone who knew the truth. Someone who had been waiting for Esteban to return. / Chapter 3 / 5

CHAPTER 4: THE SON WHO HATED HIM

CHAPTER 4: THE SON WHO HATED HIM

The boy was waiting in the hospital lobby.

Hands in his jacket pockets.

Cold expression.

Guarded eyes.

Esteban knew immediately.

His son.

The boy looked at him.

Not with happiness.

Not with excitement.

With anger.

“You’re late.”

Those two words hurt more than anything.

Esteban stepped closer.

“What’s your name?”

The boy laughed softly.

“You don’t even know that?”

Silence.

“My name is Mateo.”

Esteban felt tears forming.

“I’m sorry.”

Mateo looked away.

“You always say that.”

The sentence confused him.

“What do you mean?”

Mateo pulled out an old newspaper.

A photo of Esteban and Victor.

“My whole life, I was told my father chose money over us.”

Esteban froze.

“That’s not true.”

“Then why did you never come?”

Because Esteban had believed Yohandra abandoned him.

Because he thought he was betrayed.

Because he never knew.

Mateo shook his head.

“You weren’t there when Mom cried.”

“You weren’t there when she got sick.”

“You weren’t there when I needed a father.”

Every word cut deeper.

Then Mateo said something unexpected.

“But I found out the truth.”

Esteban looked up.

“What truth?”

Mateo glanced toward the hospital room.

“Grandfather didn’t just hide me.”

“He created me.”

The sentence made no sense.

Until Mateo continued.

“He used my mother’s pregnancy to control your family.”

Esteban felt sick.

Victor’s plan was bigger than revenge.

It was about control.

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Then Mateo whispered:

“And he’s not done.”

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