Chapter 9 When Yesterday Knocks

The de León Penthouse

“Rosa María,” Soledad said. “You’re late.”

“Traffic,” Maritza replied. “And disbelief.”

Ricardo rose, voice dripping with obligation. “You look…beautiful.”

He looked like reheated death.

“And you look…terrible,” she said sweetly. Venom in silk.

Her gaze slid to his gra...

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