Bound By Distance, Torn By Blood

he loved might be his sister was the night his n

't begin there. It

It began the first time Salvador Sanchez, the father of Rodrigo and Bernado took Rodrigo on a trip to Paris, leaving Bernado behind

ed charm and calm smile. The one who made their father proud. And Be

rble walls and gold-plated deals. But behind their luxury ga

called a meeting with the board. Bernado wasn't invited, but he

droom fe

oked at him. "You

, I stayed up nights for this company," Bern

ss the table, hi

vador said, voice sharp

it personal the day you raised one s

z Global Holdings. The news lit up Beverly Hills like fireworks. Business partners sent champag

hat Bernado had alread

night without another word. Hi

operations. With the help of a bitter former employee, he leaked insider informati

out was

agged through headlines. Talk shows questioned the company's future. Wh

ther. He gave interviews, mad

eight was

followed, dissected, questioned. For the first time in his

o he

t town far from the flashing cameras and expectations. He told no one except his father. He ne

d the old streets. Watched the Spanish moss sway from the tre

avannah that he walked into

ly. It smelled like cinnamon and pap

ere sh

ie S

er hair was pinned loosely, strands falling across her c

y. I just - wasn't expe

e," she said flatly

shake off the awkwardne

held something else.

tru

r gaze flicked to his face, th

lack

last

asked, her tone

wly. "Yes. Ro

ped like ice

epped down from the ladder and walke

stood

dea what ju

attie

chez - was the same nam

or Sanchez crushed his company in a takeover that left nothing but dust

her home like a curse. And now, one of the

illiams in Savannah. His tech team had installed su

o looked at Nattie Smith, a sl

back in

oes to a golden boy wh

ed up h

to dig into

the lie that woul