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Chapter 2: The Missing Will Santiago returned from Singapore two days later. The mansion immediately transformed. Fresh flowers filled every room. Expensive wine appeared on the dining table. Camila welcomed her husband with warm kisses and affectionate smiles. "You've worked too hard," she told him. "You should spend tonight with your mother." Santiago smiled gratefully. "I will." But when he reached Doña Consuelo's room, Camila gently stopped him. "The doctor increased her medication." "She's sleeping." "It would only confuse her." He accepted the explanation without hesitation. From the hallway, Mariana watched disbelief spread through her chest. He was only a few steps away. Yet he never saw his own mother. That evening Mariana entered the library to dust the shelves. Behind several legal binders, she noticed an unlocked safe. Inside lay dozens of financial documents. One folder caught her attention. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT The pages had fresh signatures. Fresh dates. Fresh ink. But Doña Consuelo could barely hold a spoon. She certainly couldn't have signed legal papers. Mariana quickly photographed every page before replacing them exactly as she found them. As she closed the safe... A voice spoke behind her. "Looking for something?" Camila. Standing perfectly still. Smiling. Mariana's heartbeat nearly stopped. "I was cleaning." Camila slowly walked closer. Close enough to straighten Mariana's apron. Then she whispered into her ear. "Curiosity destroys good employees." / Chapter 2 / 5

Chapter 3: A Voice From the Past

Chapter 3: A Voice From the Past

That night Mariana searched through old family albums stored in the attic.

She found photographs spanning decades.

Birthdays.

Vacations.

Business celebrations.

In every picture before Santiago married Camila...

Doña Consuelo smiled.

After the wedding...

Her smile disappeared.

Then Mariana discovered another envelope.

Inside was an old cassette tape labeled in faded handwriting.

For Santiago. Only if something happens to me.

She stared at it for several seconds.

Someone had hidden it years ago.

She borrowed an old cassette player from the gardener.

Static crackled.

Then a fragile voice filled the room.

It was Doña Consuelo.

"If you're hearing this..."

"It means I failed."

"I don't trust Camila."

Mariana froze.

The recording continued.

"She doesn't love this family."

"She loves what belongs to this family."

A loud knock interrupted the tape.

Mariana quickly switched it off.

Outside stood the mansion's longtime driver.

His face had gone pale.

"You need to leave," he whispered.

"Camila fired the last two housekeepers."

"They both asked too many questions."

Before Mariana could answer...

The driver handed her a folded note.

Then he hurried away.

May you like

Inside were only six handwritten words.

She killed before. Don't trust anyone.


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