The secure wing of the Castillo mansion was nothing short of a dungeon...dark, cold, and foreboding. Alejandro sat on the edge of a small cot in his cell, his hands clenched into fists, his mind racing. The silence was deafening, save for the occasional drip of water echoing through the stone walls. He had been locked up for two days, but his thoughts were solely on Diana.
He replayed the look of anguish in her eyes as the guards dragged him away. She had been his strength in the chaos, her love the only thing keeping him from crumbling. But now, here he was, a prisoner on the estate he had once worked so tirelessly to care for.
The heavy iron door creaked open, and Alejandro looked up, expecting to see Diana. Instead, Antonio sauntered in, his expression smug, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Behind him stood Mr. Castillo, his face a mask of disappointment and anger.
