Diana glared at him, clutching Alejandra protectively. "You have no claim over me or my daughter, Antonio. We never had any intimacy."
Antonio smirked, towering over her. "Really? Everything I've done has been for us...for this family. But you...you ran away like a coward. You deceived me. And now, I'll make sure you never leave again."
Mrs. Castillo stood up, her voice trembling with anger. "How dare you barge into this house and threaten my daughter?"
Antonio turned to her, his tone dripping with disdain. "Sit down, old woman. This is between me and my wife."
Before he could say another word, the sound of approaching footsteps filled the room. The doorbell rang, cutting through the tension. A servant rushed to open it, and there he stood...Alejandro, flanked by Mrs. Rita and Andrew Gonzales. He was taller, stronger, and more commanding than they remembered, his presence filling the room.
