The maid straightened the master’s tie and whispered a chilling warning—but what she said about the driver changed everything he thought he knew.

the door.

“Who are you?”

Abril looked at the floor.

For nine months she had performed the role of a simple woman who knew only how to polish floors and make beds.

That lie had kept her alive.

But it was already rotting.

“My name is not Abril Santillán,” she said.

Esteban didn’t move.

She told him everything.

Her real name: Mariana Beltrán.

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