The door slammed shut, muffling Camila’s shrieks and Diego’s angry protests. The room plunged into an oppressive silence, save for Esmeralda’s laboured breathing. She lay frozen on the bed, her good eye wide with fear and disbelief as Enrico turned to face her. His towering figure loomed over her, his expression a mixture of disappointment and anger.
“Do you even realize how close you came to ruining your life, Esme?” Enrico’s voice was cold, each word like a dagger. “Do you have any idea how much of a mess this is? Or are you still living in denial?”
Esmeralda opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her throat was dry, and her mind raced to form a defense. “I didn’t—”
“Don’t,” Enrico cut her off, his voice sharp. He raised a hand, silencing her before she could even begin. “Don’t you
