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e, the silence wasn't peaceful; it was sepulchral. Antonio Román-a man who built a tequila empire with iron hands and a

la tobacco clinging to the velvet curtains. Beside her, her mother, Elena, struggled to keep her composure,

Behind t

he attorney, breaking the silence w

crying and exhaustion. "Just tell us how bad the accounts are. My

on the mahogany desk. When Hanna opened them, she

erate. The last three years of agave blight and poor

ss of B

the documents with trembling fingers. "What

. "Antonio took out private loans to avoid declaring bank

ch. "Are you telling me my home-my g

nts are frozen by the tax authorities, and the creditors aren't going to wait. If you don't come up with an exorbitan

he died from the weight of knowing he was leaving you

acy i

wever, clenched her fists. She looked at the portrait of her father hanging on the

e felt the very ground of San Lorenzo shifting bene

rom being the owners of the most prosperous property in the region to b

, her voice breaking. "These are our vineyards. The vines my grandfathe

gio Montes, San Lorenzo isn't about tradition or nostalgia. To h

t with the

the clauses with fury. Antonio Román, in a desperate attemp

ontes, CEO of Mont

f the San Lorenzo vineyard

ment following the dea

leather chair. "Sergio Montes is a man without scruples! They say he buys ba

rivate capital that no bank would give him, but the interest was the viney

ner on t

y with grapes that shimmered like rubies in the sun. The Román legacy was about to be

o pay a billionaire like him. What I don't understand is..

nna couldn't yet imagine. The Román name no longer meant po

mptiness in the office. The silence that followed wasn't peac

e, her gaze lost in the large oil portrai

e Witho

did Dad sit down at a table with a man like Sergio Montes? We

He said he didn't want to burden us with his 'office matters.' But Sergio Montes isn't a 'matter,' he's a sentence. That

through the drawers with feverish urgency. She

urviv

were about to lose their identity. San Lorenzo wasn't just dirt and grapes; it was the

teel in her eyes that hadn't been there ten minutes ago. "If Sergio Montes thinks he's going

how much was owed and what the real deadlines wer

loyal friends in the wine industry who woul

er or later, they would have to

Firs

nna found a small handwritten note, hidden behind an old family

e price of saving the harvest was selling him my

her spine. What did her fat