CHAPTER 3: THE FIRST REAL CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER 3: THE FIRST REAL CHRISTMAS
The mansion was quiet now.
Not the empty kind of quiet it had been before.
But the peaceful kind.
The kind filled with soft laughter and the sound of children opening gifts.
Valeria was eating warm soup for the first time in weeks.
Camila was drawing on the tablecloth without fear.
Regina was asleep on a couch that was finally hers.
And Sofía… refused to let go of her father’s sleeve.
Alejandro sat among them, still in his tired suit, untouched gifts finally opened around them.
He didn’t check his phone.
He didn’t think about deals.
He didn’t think about money.
For the first time in years, nothing outside that room mattered.
Later that night, Valeria looked up at him.
“Daddy… will you leave again?”
Alejandro hesitated.
Then he shook his head.
“No,” he said softly. “I lost too much time already.”
She studied him carefully.
“Promise?”
He kissed her forehead.
“I promise.”
Outside, the city of Las Lomas glittered like it always did.
But inside the mansion, something had changed forever.
Not wealth.
Not power.
But a father who finally saw what he had almost lost.
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And four little girls who finally stopped being afraid.
And that Christmas was no longer the night everything broke… but the night everything began to heal.
