The fabric ripped. Suddenly, I was standing half-naked under the chandelier, surrounded by phones recording, laughter echoing in my ears.
“Nothing here,” Victoria sneered, shaking the torn dress. “Of course, she hid it somewhere else.”“Please… stop…” My voice broke.“Get her out,” Roberto ordered coldly.
Two guards dragged me outside and threw me onto the cold driveway. The music inside resumed as if nothing had happened. I curled up, trembling, my skin burning with shame.
A young valet ran up and put his jacket around me. That simple kindness shattered me.
I borrowed his phone, hands shaking. For the first time in years, I made the call I had promised never to make.“Daddy,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I need you.”
There was a pause. Then his voice came, calm but deadly serious:“Don’t move, my girl. I’m coming.”
Fifteen minutes later, the sky over the Montemayor estate filled with lights. Helicopters hovered above. Ten black SUVs rolled through the iron gates. Guests rushed to the windows, whispering in shock.
