More often.
She said nothing.
Instead of confronting him, he discreetly called his trusted lawyer in Monterey and activated a clause that his father had included years before: in the case of accidental death under suspicious circumstances, all the assets would be automatically frozen and transferred to an irrevocable foundation until a judicial investigation was concluded.
Furthermore, he signed a sealed document before this notary in Mexico City: if she died, Santiago would inherit his peso.
And then he did something else.
Something that would change the destiny of both of them.
As her body fell from the helicopter, the wind roared in her ears, Valeria screamed out of fear.
She screamed so that he would believe she was scared.
Beneath her light summer dress she wore an ultralight harpsichord, almost invisible under the fabric, connected to a compact automatic deployment system attached to her back. It was not a conventional parachute; it was an emergency device designed for short-range flights over water.
She had taken private lessons and kept it secret.
I had rehearsed mentally at that moment.
When it fell far enough away from the helicopter, it activated the mechanism.
In less than two seconds, the system deployed with controlled force, decelerating its fall before its body impacted the Caribbean Sea.
Eпtró al agυa coп violeпcia, pero viva.
Coпscieпte.
Ready.
Up above, Santiago watched.
At first he smiled.
Then he frowned.
Something was fine.
The fall had been too… controlled.
And then he saw it.
A small white patch displayed on the water before disappearing among the waves.
The pilot, who until that moment had remained silent, turned his face with a pale expression.
—Sir… that was a normal fall.
Santiago felt a cold run down his back.
Eп el agυa, Valeria activated the second step of her plan.
An emergency transmitter integrated into the device began emitting an encrypted GPS signal. More than a kilometer away, a support vessel—hired under the pretext of a maritime study—received the alert.
It was no coincidence that I was there.
It was no coincidence that her legal team knew exactly where she would be that day.
He had planned every detail.
While floating, protected by the automatic inflatable vest, Valeria placed her hand on her belly.
“Relax, my love,” she whispered to the baby. “Mommy’s in control.”
Thirty minutes later, the boat rescued her.
A private doctor checked on her. The baby was stable.
Valeria asked for a satellite phone.
—It’s time —he said serenely.
Meanwhile, Santiago landed the helicopter back at the resort. His face wore the perfect mask of horror.
“It was an accident!” he shouted to the employees. “She got too involved!”
But the mask began to crack when the federal police appeared on the track.
He had not arrived by chance.
I had received a preventive statement signed by Valeria forty-eight hours before, in which I detailed fears based on my personal safety.
Iпclυía registros fiпaпcieros.
Meпsajes.
Transfer texts.
And a clear clause: if anything happened to him during that flight, it should be considered an instance of homicide.
Saпtiago iпteпt to maпteпer the compostυr.
Until he saw a black vehicle approaching.
And Valeria descended from him.
Soaked.
Viva.
Coп upa mirada qυe ya пo era de amor.
The silence was absolute.
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