a constant reminder of everything she had to do and, above all, everything she couldn't avoid. The weight of the Vega Industries project crushed h

project, to that man. Adrián Vega wasn't just a boss, not just a client. He was a symbol of everything she had wanted to avoid: control, manipulation, domination. Despite her attempts to focus on work, her mind drifted to him again and again. The way he'd looked at her in he

t was a text message, and although she didn't want to look at it,

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d in a destiny she hadn't chosen, in a cycle she couldn't escape. The pressure mounted with each passing day, an

ocess all the emotions overwhelming he

arching for respite. But all she felt was that every time she moved

dn't fall into the traps of power, that she wouldn't let her life be manipulated by a man who didn't understand h

ing again woke her from her s

left her with more questions than answers. Their marriage had begun as a promise of love, but had ended as a battlefield fille

something in his voice that made her feel lonelier th

en't enough. How was she going to explain that her life was falling apart? That she had started working for the man who represented everything she

ged with exhaustion. "The work is progres

a could sense the irony through the phone. That smile that had alway

thing," Emilia began, feeling her voice crack. She couldn't control what she felt, and it terrified her. The feeling of entrapment th

ow. She couldn't understand what was really going on in her mind, but Emilia no longer had the strength to explain it to him. She no longer wanted to talk about this

h a strength she didn't feel, but forced out. "I nee

e other end of the line

oving away from her, as if he no longer knew how to be there for her. But the truth was, she herself

g she was designing, felt like an imposed future, an invisible chain that bound her ever more tightly. But the hopele

e escape something that had already completely absorbed her? How could she change her