dn't slept

wn out the storm raging inside her. Her thoughts kept revolving around Eduardo Moura's proposal. An offer that trapped her like

ge, you'll have everyth

misery tortured her. At what price? What kind of game was he willing

s beginning to invade her; she couldn't wait any longer. Her brother needed her, and her mother, exhausted from

atriz made

When she stepped outside, the fresh morning air seemed to give her one last breath of calm before what was to come. The road

r. The mansion was silent, as if waiting for her presence had frozen it in time. The well-kept gardens, the enormous tree

door. Her hand trembled slightly, but she steeled herself. A tall, stern-faced butler

asked, not giving Bea

a," she replied, trying to remain calm, although th

, as if sizing her up, and finally, with

low

g around her glittered with opulence, from the crystal chandeliers to the silk carpets. Every step she took on the

estate's gardens. Sunlight streamed in, seeming to illuminate the face

cold, so calculating, it set her nerves on edge. He dropped the papers on t

displaying no hint of kindness. "Do you have

r she knew, deep down, she couldn't refuse. There was something about Eduardo's posture, something about

se to Beatriz's, but not quite touching. His eyes, gray

is, Beatriz:

hoe shiner. I want you to be my eyes and ears here, in this house. This place is full of secrets that people of

ing correctly or if her mind was betraying her. Spy? To be her eyes i

" Beatriz asked, her voice fir

te smile, but a smile that

oney, medicine for your brother, security for your mother

im? No. No one could trust someone like him. But her brother... the life she had dreamed of for her

from her soul. It wasn't a victory, nor an easy decisi

z, although she hesitated for a secon

you... you'll be the last to break them." Beatriz said nothing. She just turned and left the room, a