She thought she was cleaning without witnesses. The millionaire was watching—and what he saw changed everything.
Enrique Almeida had learned to distrust as naturally as others learned to smile. It wasn’t a pose; it was a scar. At thirty-eight, with buildings in his name, accounts that never seemed to empty, and a silent mansion on Calle de las Palmeras, he had reached one unshakable conclusion: when money appears without an owner, … Read more