Marcelo's movements grew increasingly unsteady, his intoxication becoming more apparent. As he stumbled around the room, he dismissed Georgina's inquiry with a sharp tone, "It's no one." The lyrics of the Italian song spilled from his lips, a haphazard combination of slurred words and disjointed melody.Georgina felt her heart ache with frustration, her need for answers growing stronger within her. “but…. “Marcelo snapped, “I said it’s no one”.She longed to pry open the secrets that Marcelo guarded so fiercely. However, she knew there will be consequences challenging him in his current state. It was a delicate dance between her desire for truth and the fear of inciting his anger.Silently, Georgina watched as Marcelo continued his drunken performance, his voice echoing through the room. The once enchanting dance he had performed now seemed erratic and unsettling. Her determination, however, remained unshaken. She understood that the answers she sought would not be handed to her fre

Georgina's mind raced, searching for answers to the unthinkable. Who was this man? What had transpired here? Antonio's eyes widened as he witnessed the shock and disbelief etched on Georgina's face. Concern etched lines on his forehead, but he attempted to regain control of the situation. Stepping forward, he gently approached her, his voice laced with urgency."You shouldn't be here, ma'am," Antonio said, his tone filled with a mixture of caution and worry. He instinctively reached out, intending to guide her away from the distressing sight. But Georgina, her emotions still raw and her determination ignited, refused to be swayed.She stood her ground, her gaze locked on the pitiful figure bound to the chair, a testament to unspeakable suffering. The man's weakened form, drenched in his own blood, tugged at her heartstrings.Antonio, now closer to Georgina, attempted to placate her, his hand poised to touch her back urging her to move back upstairs. But she recoiled, her voice sharp

In that moment, she craved answers, guidance, and any shred of information that Antonio might possess. She was no longer content with being a passive player in Marcelo's twisted game.Antonio hesitated, his gaze flickering for a moment before he spoke. "I...I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just...You seem to be pacing too much. If there's anything I can do to help..."Georgina paused, her gaze softening as she recognized Antonio's genuine concern. Despite his loyalty to Marcelo, she sensed a glimmer of humanity within him, a potential ally in her quest for freedom. She took a moment to collect her thoughts before responding. Seeing this as an opportunity, she decided to play her card."Antonio, I appreciate your concern. There are things I need to know, things that Marcelo keeps hidden from me. If you truly want to help, then find a way to get me access to his study. I know your loyalty lies with him and I’m not telling you to do otherwise. I just need to find out what he's hiding, what secrets

Just as she was still in her thoughts, she could see Marcelo’s car returning and raising dust, speeding towards the mansion.Georgina's heart skipped a beat. she knew that Marcelo's arrival signaled a shift in the atmosphere, bringing with it a sense of urgency and intrigue. With measured steps, Georgina approached the grand entrance of the mansion, anticipation building within her. As Marcelo stepped out of his car, his eyes met Georgina's, and she mustered the courage to greet him, her voice carrying a hint of formality. "Good evening," she uttered, her tone respectful yet composed.Marcelo's gaze softened as he looked at Georgina, a warmth spreading across his face. Returning her greeting, he replied, "Good evening." Georgina couldn't help but notice a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, wondering what had transpired during his absence.Their brief exchange was interrupted by Antonio, who approached Marcelo with a sense of urgency. Eavesdropping on their conversation, Georgina strai

Georgina's response was curt, her tone reflecting her guardedness. "Likewise," she replied, her handshake brisk yet polite.Marcelo's hand met in a single clap, signaling to the kitchen staff. Greta, accompanied by a team of cooks, entered the dining area, bearing an array of tantalizing plates. Each delicacy was meticulously arranged upon the table. Taking his customary seat, Marcelo beckoned for Georgina to join him on his left, while Detective Alvarez settled himself on Marcelo's right.Once they were all seated, a quiet anticipation filled the room. Marcelo spoke, indicating the start of the meal. "Shall we?" he proposed, his words carrying a note of hunger and authority.Georgina's gaze flickered between Marcelo and Detective Alvarez as they engaged in their meal. Marcelo, breaking the silence that enveloped the room, questioned the urgency that prompted the detective's visit, his curiosity laced with a hint of suspicion. “So Detective, what is it you wanted to urgently see me a