The projection cast a stark, white light across the ancient stone walls of the Church of San Agustín. On the screen, Julián was sitting in his private study at the Las Lomas estate. He looked healthy, his eyes sharp, but there was a profound, cold gravity in his expression that I had only seen when he was prepared to dismantle a hostile corporate takeover.
“If you are watching this, it means the worst has happened,” Julián’s voice boomed through the high-arched ceilings of the church, carrying a commanding resonance that made the security guards instantly freeze. “And it also means my mother, Teresa, has already tried to hand my wife a forged document.”
Doña Teresa’s confident smile violently vanished. She took a sharp step backward, her hand flying to her throat as her face turned the color of wet ash.
“I knew about the counterfeit DNA test, Mother,” Julián continued on the screen, his digital image looking directly down at the front pews where his family stood. “I knew because my cybersecurity team intercepted the encrypted wire transfers you made to the director of the private clinic three weeks ago. You paid two hundred thousand dollars of my company’s money to manufacture a lie, just to strip my wife of her legal rights before my body was even cold.”
A collective, horrified gasp rippled through the congregation. The prominent politicians and high-profile executives who had been whispering about me seconds ago now turned their gazes entirely toward Teresa, their expressions shifting to absolute disgust.
“Julián… no,” Teresa whimpered, her voice cracking as she sank heavily into a wooden pew, her knees failing her completely.
“Fernanda,” Julián’s voice shifted, his eyes on the screen narrowing with a terrifying, absolute authority. “Look down at your hand. You are holding the platinum ring I personally designed for the only woman I ever loved. You took it by force from a pregnant widow. Marcus, step forward.”
From the back of the church, another man stepped out from behind Arturo Salcedo. It was the federal notary public.
“By the explicit directives of my living trust,” Julián announced, “any member of my biological family who attempts to contest my estate, humiliate my wife, or manipulate my child’s lineage is instantly hit with the ‘Negative Clause’ of the charter. Fernanda, you are officially stripped of your corporate trust fund. Teresa, your monthly allowance is permanently terminated.”
The corporate empire was safe, but the truth behind the accident was about to be revealed—keep reading PART 3 below to see the black box logs!
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