PART 3: THE UNMASKING
The heavy wooden doors burst open, revealing my father accompanied by three men dressed in sharp dark suits.
He looked at Celia with pure malice, discarding the weak, wounded facade he had put on earlier that week.
“I told you to leave the country once the legal transfer was complete, Celia,” my father growled, his voice laced with venom.
I stepped firmly between Celia and my father, realizing in an instant that the entire town’s mockery and my family’s outrage had been a smoke screen.
My father had orchestrating a massive fraud to steal the inheritance left behind by my mother’s family estate, using Celia’s hidden identity against her.
“You used me,” I said, my voice rising with absolute certainty. “You made me believe I was crazy so I wouldn’t ask questions about my mother’s past!”
My father sneered, gesturing to his security men to step forward. “It doesn’t matter what you know now, Efraín; the contracts are signed, and you have no power here.”
Suddenly, the blare of sirens cut through the quiet night, echoing across the grounds of the old hacienda.
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