BOOK 2
Trapped within the iron grip of the notorious Morroto family, Veronica Garcia's fate hangs precariously in the balance. Days bleed into nights in the suffocating darkness of her prison, where despair threatens to consume her spirit. Each pass...
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LEANINGBACKIN my office chair, I let out a long, deep sigh of relief. The weight of the past few months lifts slightly from my shoulders as I take in the familiar surroundings of my office. The leather chair creaks softly beneath me, a sound I've missed. The intricate woodwork of the mahogany desk, polished to perfection, reflects the dim light from the chandelier above. Everything is in its place, just as it should be.
I've done it. Against all odds and opposition, I've reclaimed my position as the Spanish Donna. The journey has been arduous, filled with deception, betrayal, and countless sleepless nights. Each decision weighed heavily on me, the consequences rippling through my organization. But now, sitting here, I can't help but feel a sense of vindication. The title is mine once again, but this victory hasn't come without its sacrifices.
The true price of my return to power is evident in the faces of those around me. I see it in their eyes—the distrust, the resentment. These are the savages, the ones who doubted me during my absence. They circled like vultures, ready to feast on the remnants of my empire, thinking I was gone for good. Their whispers of dissent, the subtle shifts in allegiance, all marked their betrayal. Now, their skepticism and hostility are constant reminders of the battles still to come.
As I look out the large window behind my desk, the city sprawls out before me, a vibrant tapestry of lights and life. This is my domain, and I will protect it fiercely. My mind races with strategies to solidify my hold, to turn the doubters into believers or crush them if necessary. Each move must be calculated, each alliance carefully forged.
But for now, I allow myself a moment to savor this small victory. My power is restored, my influence reinstated. The path ahead is fraught with danger, but I am ready. I am stronger, more determined than ever to prove my worth and to show everyone that I am the rightful Donna.
The challenges ahead are daunting, but I face them with renewed vigor. I will confront the savages who dared to question my authority. I will turn their doubts into dust, and in doing so, I will fortify my reign. The era of uncertainty is over. I am back, and I will not be undermined again.
The office phone rang quietly, cutting through my moment of reflection. I sighed before picking up the receiver. "Veronica, they are waiting for you in the meeting room," Dreya's kind voice filled my ears.
I internally rolled my eyes at her genuine sweetness. In my world, there is no such thing. Every act of kindness is a potential manipulation, every sweet word a possible dagger in disguise. Dreya's tone might be gentle, but I know better than to take it at face value.
"Thank you, Dreya," I replied, my voice steady and composed, masking the wariness within. Hanging up the phone, I steeled myself for what awaited in the meeting room. The weight of my title and the responsibilities it carried settled heavily on my shoulders once more.
I stood up, smoothing down my silk dress, and took a deep breath. This was my reality now—a battlefield where every interaction required strategy and every alliance could shift with the wind. With determined strides, I left my office and headed towards the meeting room, ready to face The savages.
