Marcela’s face drained of colour, her eyes widening in shock as the reality of his words hit her. “Santiago… you can’t be serious,” she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. “What about the leaked photos? My reputation is already in ruins because of them. You said you’d help me figure out who was behind it… You promised—”
Santiago’s grip on her face tightened momentarily before he released her, his expression hardening even further. “And why should I care about those photos?” he replied coldly. “For all I know, you could have leaked them yourself. This whole ordeal, with you lingering here, clinging to me, could be part of your plan to keep yourself in my house. If that was your endgame, then congratulations. You played yourself.”
Marcela’s shock deepened, her mind racing as she t
