ログインThe heavy doors of the Ramirez study felt like the entrance to a vault.Marisol stood just inside the threshold, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. She hadn't even waited to set her purse down. The moment she drove onto the Ramirez property, she had bypassed the main hall, ignored the silent, watchful servants, and marched straight to the room where Adrian spent his hours.He was sitting behind his massive desk, bathed in the amber glow of a late-afternoon desk lamp. A stack of financial ledgers was open before him, but he wasn't writing. He was simply waiting, as if he had anticipated her grand entrance the exact second her tires hit the gravel driveway."You're early," Adrian said smoothly, his deep voice slicing through the heavy quiet of the room. He leaned back in his leather chair, dark eyes scanning her flushed face. "I expected you closer to dusk.""Did you hire investigators to follow me?" Marisol demanded, skipping any attempt at pleasantries. Her voice rang
Beatriz’s fingers had left no physical mark on Marisol’s wrist, but the old woman’s words felt burned into her skin.For three straight days, those sharp, raspy whispers echoed in the quiet corners of Marisol’s mind. Do not mistake his calm for harmlessness. Marisol had tried to get the matriarch to say more before leaving the estate that afternoon, but Beatriz had simply turned her back, her wooden walking stick tapping rhythmically against the stone floor as she vanished into the shadowy depths of the house.Meanwhile, the valley seemed to tilt on its axis.Word of the sudden arrangement leaked out, spreading like wildfire through the dry vineyards. Among the Duartes and the few extended family members Marisol talked to, the news was met with complete, jaw dropping confusion. No one could understand why Alejandro’s eldest daughter the fiercely independent girl who had sworn never to bow to anyone was suddenly handing herself over to their sworn enemy. Camila kept her mouth shut as p
The morning light hit the high glass windows of the Ramirez estate, throwing long, sharp shadows across the polished wooden floor of Adrian's private study.Marisol sat straight in the heavy leather armchair across from his desk. The room was deathly quiet, save for the faint ticking of a clock somewhere on the wall and the soft rustle of paper as Adrian laid out the final contract.He moved with a terrifying kind of precision. Every movement was calculated, calm, and entirely without emotion. He didn't look like a man preparing to take a wife. He looked like a man signing a routine business deal to acquire a piece of machinery."The agreement is simple," Adrian said, his deep voice slicing through the heavy silence. He didn't look up as he smoothed the paper flat against the dark oak desk. "No love. No expectation of affection. There will be no romantic pretense between us when we are behind closed doors. This is an arrangement that benefits us both. I get the settled reputation my f
The morning light hit the high glass windows of the Ramirez estate, throwing long, sharp shadows across the polished wooden floor of Adrian's private study.Marisol sat straight in the heavy leather armchair across from his desk. The room was deathly quiet, save for the faint ticking of a clock somewhere on the wall and the soft rustle of paper as Adrian laid out the final contract.He moved with a terrifying kind of precision. Every movement was calculated, calm, and entirely without emotion. He didn't look like a man preparing to take a wife. He looked like a man signing a routine business deal to acquire a piece of machinery."The agreement is simple," Adrian said, his deep voice slicing through the heavy silence. He didn't look up as he smoothed the paper flat against the dark oak desk. "No love. No expectation of affection. There will be no romantic pretense between us when we are behind closed doors. This is an arrangement that benefits us both. I get the settled reputation my f
Nico's smile did not reach his eyes. He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper, holding it out toward her like a gift."My father and I discussed it," Nico said, his voice dripping with fake kindness. "We can transfer the funds to clear the Ramirez debt by tomorrow morning. All you have to do is sign over a seventy percent stake in the vineyard's future harvests to the Herrera estate. For the next twenty years."Marisol stared at the white paper in his hand. Her chest felt tight. It wasn't an act of love or concern for an old girlfriend. It was a hostile takeover wrapped in a fake apology. Nico didn't want to save her family he wanted to own them. He wanted to turn the Duarte vineyard into a factory for his own family's business, taking away everything her father had built."You're unbelievable," Marisol said, stepping back into the doorway. She kept her voice quiet and gentle, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose her tempe
Marisol stared at Adrian for a long second, and then she laughed.It was a sharp, loud laugh that echoed off the cold stone walls of his study. She waited for him to smile, or to tell her it was just a mean trick to punish her for coming to his house. But Adrian did not smile. He did not blink. His dark eyes stayed perfectly still, fixed on her face.He had never looked more serious in his entire life.The laugh died in Marisol’s throat. A cold chill ran down her spine. "You are completely crazy," she whispered, shaking her head. "You think I would marry you? We hate each other.""I am not crazy. I am practical," Adrian said. He walked back to his desk and leaned against the edge, looking down at his expensive shoes. "Let me explain the terms plainly so you understand. It is a legal marriage. A public merger of our land and our names. Nothing more."He looked up, his face expressionless. "I do not expect a real relationship from you, Marisol. You will live under my roof, you will stan







