The grand atrium of La Estrella Galleria shimmered like a cathedral of glass and gold.
Located in the heart of Monterrey, it was the crown jewel of luxury shopping in northern Mexico—a place where polished marble floors reflected crystal chandeliers, and every step echoed with quiet power and wealth. The air itself smelled expensive.
A black BMW X7 glided to a stop at the private entrance.
Rafael Quintana stepped out first, adjusting the cuff of his tailored suit. He was forty-two now, successful, confident, and very aware of the eyes that followed him wherever he went. His arm wrapped possessively around the waist of Camila Ríos, his much younger girlfriend—beautiful, impeccably dressed, and carefully chosen to match his image.
Rafael hadn’t come to shop.
Tonight was the launch gala of a multinational investment firm, and every powerful name in the region would be here. This was his chance to secure a seat among the elite—exactly where he believed he belonged.
As they walked through the luxury wing, Camila chatted excitedly about handbags and champagne.
Rafael nodded distractedly.
Then—he stopped.
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