Chapter 5: Shadows from the Past
While Alejandro was setting the trap at the office, Elena was fighting her own battles in the penthouse.
The doctor had warned them about PTSD.
Every time a door closed too loudly, Elena flinched. Every time she saw a shadow in the hallway, she panicked, remembering the dark basement where Vivian used to lock her when important guests came to the mansion.
But Elena Castillo was not a weak woman.
She stood in front of the master bathroom mirror and looked at herself.
Gone was the timid, terrified maid.
She washed her face, brushed out her long dark hair, and walked into the massive walk-in closet. She bypassed the casual wear and pulled out a stunning, deep crimson designer dress—the color of power. The color of revenge.
She slipped on her diamond wedding band that Alejandro had carefully placed on her finger the night before.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was a secure line Alejandro had set up for her.
An unknown number.
She hesitated, then answered.
“I don't know how you survived, Elena,” a disguised, metallic voice hissed through the speaker. “But you should have stayed dead.”
Elena’s blood ran cold.
Marcus had found out.
“Your husband is at the docks right now, checking on a shipment he thinks is full of stolen company assets,” the voice continued. “But it’s a bomb, Elena. He’s going to burn, just like you should have.”
The line went dead.
Panic seized her throat, but she didn’t break down. She didn't cry.
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She grabbed a coat, threw open the penthouse doors, and looked at the two massive bodyguards Alejandro had stationed outside.
“We need a helicopter,” Elena demanded, her voice ringing with the absolute authority of the Castillo matriarch. “Now.”
