Chapter 7 - THE ENFORCER’S PROPOSAL
The vehicle blocking the stable exit wasn't an intruder’s truck—it was a sleek, matte-black armored Mercedes bearing diplomatic plates from Mexico City. The doors swung open, and out stepped a tall, impeccably tailored man in a charcoal suit, holding an umbrella despite the light mist. Behind him stood two armed guards in plainclothes. "Mr. Garza," the man said smoothly, his voice carrying an icy, aristocratic cadence. "I suggest you put the children down and listen very carefully. You are holding a match over a powder keg." Alejandro instinctively stepped back, shielding the girls behind his body while his hand slipped inside his jacket to grip the Remington. "Who the hell are you?" Alejandro snarled. The man smiled, though his eyes remained completely dead. "My name is Ignacio Salazar. And the woman who died in that cabin... was my sister." The words hung in the damp air like a falling blade. Salazar stepped closer, his polished leather shoes crunching on the straw. "Isabella was my cousin," Salazar continued smoothly, "and Elena was her twin sister—a sister your wife banished to this mountain when your marriage contract forbade public scandal. Those girls aren't just orphans, Mr. Garza. They are the true heiresses to the entire Garza industrial empire, born of a surrogate agreement that your late wife tried to erase from history." Alejandro felt the ground give way beneath his feet. The narrative was shifting, mutating into something far darker and more complex than a simple kidnapping or land dispute. It was a war of blood, inheritance, and corporate assassination.
