A week later, tension weighed heavy in the Castillo mansion.
Antonio sat in Mr. Castillo's study, gripping the edge of his chair as he tried to control his growing frustration. His men had returned...empty-handed once again.
"No sign of them?" he barked, barely masking his anger. The man standing before him shook his head. "Nothing, sir. We've searched the city, the surrounding towns...every lead is a dead end."
Antonio's fists clenched, his knuckles white. How could two people vanish so completely? He pushed the man out of the room with a dismissive wave, running a hand through his hair. The thought of Diana with Alejandro made his blood boil. He had promised himself that Alejandro would pay with his life, but right now, it was him who was losing control.
Meanwhile, the mansion carried an air of grief and silence.
