That’s when a young valet, kind-eyed and trembling, slipped off his jacket and draped it around me. That small act of compassion shattered the last of my composure.
Through my tears, I borrowed his phone and made the call I’d prayed I’d never have to make.
When Justice Arrived
Fifteen minutes later, the night sky thundered with helicopter blades. A convoy of black SUVs pulled into the courtyard. Guests ran to the windows in disbelief as the doors opened.
My father stepped out.
Tall, silver-haired, and calm as stone, Santiago Herrera carried himself with the quiet power of a man used to commanding the world. Behind him came lawyers, security, and even the city’s police commissioner.
He wrapped his coat around me and spoke softly, “I’m here now, my girl.”
Then his voice hardened, echoing across the estate: “Which of you laid a hand on my daughter?”
The Truth Comes to Light
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