Hey Husband, Unveil Your True Identity!

large gardens that had always brought her peace and comfort. As the sun began to set, its golden light cast a lo

turned away from the window, nodding absently as she made her way down the grand staircase. The elegance of their h

r chest. Her father, Don Facundo, sat behind his big wood desk, his face filled with concern and fat

ee me?", she asked, her

he burden of his decision refl

nt you should be aware of," he stated seriously. "Our family is facing a serious threat. I made some terrible deci

ther's words sunk in. Confusion and concern filled her

ess and desperation. "I've received a visit from the Maste

an a name. A psuedonym that demanded respect w

r spine. "And he's willing to forgive the de

e debt?" Yeline asked, her vo

. I've tried to negotiate, but he is unwilling to budge. He wants one of you, and he's wi

ed, her voice firm. "I've given my word, and the Guerrero family h

Yeline," he replied. "The Guerreros are a minor family, barely worth considering when compared to the

bling. "I want to marry him, not some stranger who

ay to ensure our family's survival." Yeline felt a goosebu

ined, her voice shaking. "You're going to hand me

the only way to pay off the debt, Yeline," he stated

e said, her voice rising. "You mean save Britta, don't you?

nconcerned. "Britta is your sister, Yeline,"

or Britta. You've always loved her more, always prioritized her needs over mine. Have you asked if I was willing t

regret or apology. Only a cold, calculated ur

haking with emotion. "I'm your child, just like Britta. But yo

h tears. "Father, no," she responded firmly

r pulse raced with emotion. "Britta, no,"

d, her voice firm. "It's my duty to prot

ow Britta to sacrifice herself for her. "No, Britta," Yeline said, her voice agg

tion. "I have to, Yeline," she

could just handle your business better, Father, we

ets. "How dare you, Yeline!" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. But be

s filled with concern. "Father, no

me, as she watched her father's ang

deep concern. "Yeline, it's okay," she said, her

rned to leave, Britta's words followed her, a gentle comfort in the

ated to her room, she immediately reached fo

. The phone rang, echoing in the silence of her room, but there was no answer. She tri

eaming down her face. But there was nothing, onl

e tears flowed freely, and she cried until she had no tears left to shed. Her body

she saw Onyx, his face a comforting presence in the darkness. They were together, l

to slip away, just beyond her reach. The dream shifted, and she found herself standing before a

her heart for the comfort of Onyx's embrace, while her mind, struggled