Chapter 11 - The Bitter Curse
As the officers dragged Rebeca toward the backseat of the patrol car, she turned her head and spit on the pavement, her eyes burning with pure hatred.
"You think you've won, Julián?!" Rebeca laughed hysterical, unhinged laughter that echoed down the quiet suburban street. "Check your corporate bank accounts! The money is already gone! It was transferred to an offshore shell firm three hours ago!"
Julián’s heart sank as he watched the police car door slam shut.
The flashing lights faded into the distance as the sirens blared, leaving the grand mansion in solemn silence once again.
Julián walked over to Marisol and his mother, kneeling down before the frail old woman who was still weeping softly.
"I'm so sorry, Mom," Julián sobbed, burying his face in Doña Estela’s lap. "I brought a monster into our home. I failed to protect you and Dad."
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Doña Estela placed her frail, warm hand over her son's head. "You didn't know, my sweet boy... you didn't know."
👉 Could Julián recover the stolen fortune before Rebeca's accomplices vanished with it forever?
