Episode 4

My little Lucero has grown up now, and I am doing well in the vineyard and cheese cultivation. We are happy. Additionally, I am involved in an organization that fights against the legalization of abortion. It is a difficult topic. I understand that there are women who suffer from rape and find themselves with an unwanted pregnancy, but it is a life they carry within them. If they don't want it, they should leave it in an orphanage where there are women like Anny who would want them. That is my belief and my response when people say, "I am the owner of my own body." I raise my voice and say, "But you are not the owner of the life you carry in your womb." It is a strong fight, but there is a lot of support and women who change their minds. In my orphanage, I have 100 children, including boys and girls, who all call me mom.

I haven't heard from my sister in years, and I don't want to know. We didn't need her in the past, and even less so now. When I left, I erased all the information so that no one could know which country I went to. The lawyer took care of it. My Lucero is happy by my side, and I give her all my love. When she reaches a certain age, I will tell her the truth. I don't want to lie to her and have her resent me later. Even if it is tough, truths should be told.

The company in the United States is doing very well. It is growing and maintaining its position as the top company, thanks to Mr. Felix and his wife.

...My vineyard...

...Cheeses...

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...My Little One and I...

Santino

Three years have passed since I've been in search of that woman, and no one says anything. I'm in the United States, as if the Earth swallowed her. I sat in a café and requested the newspaper to read while having my coffee. However, my eyes fixated on a photograph of the woman I've been searching for all these years. The headline read, "Anny fights against abortion" and "life is respected." I read it carefully, crumpled the newspaper, and called Marcos, my trusted man, to prepare everything for us to go to France, specifically Champagne. I settled my bill, left the place with a smile, and my thoughts: I found you, my little one. So now you're called Anny Lamber.

Anna

It's been 3 years since I left the United States. Now I'm on a French island in the Caribbean called Saint Barthélemy, where luxury tourism prevails. I have a comfortable and peaceful life. The money my sister gave me ran out, but I don't care because I have a Swiss lover who provides me with all the luxuries I desire. I have no news about my sister and the bastard, nor do I want to know. However, I stay updated with the news, and I know she is in France. I found out from an article opposing abortion. Always so foolish, thinking of the happiness of others and not her own. I don't know when she'll start living her life. Anyway, if I ever run out of money, I know where to go: find Santino, or even her. One of them owes me money for the bastard.

...Saint Barthélemy Island...

Santino.

After a few hours of flight, we arrived in France to the place where I will finally see that little bitch. I feel pressure in my chest, an emotion, but why are these nerves? I am a man, I have never been afraid of anyone, especially not her, since I had the opportunity to meet her. Perhaps it is simply the fact of facing her that makes me feel this way.

I got out of the vehicle and before stepping out, I heard Marcos tell me, "Sir, don't be so hard on her. Listen to her first, sometimes things are not as they seem." I sighed and responded that I know the harpy. We walked together, he accompanied me. We reached the door and a man wearing a hat and simple clothes, resembling a country butler, opened it. He greeted me and I greeted him, asking for Mrs. Anna Lamber. He looked at me strangely, and Marcos corrected by saying, "Is Mrs. Anny Lamper here?"

The butler asked who was looking for her, and as I was about to answer, I heard her voice ask who was looking for her, followed by a small voice calling her mama. My heart raced as I saw her, so different and beautiful, with a different sparkle in her eyes. She was dressed like a porcelain doll, matching the little one who is my niece - undoubtedly, a feminine copy of Franco. I couldn't help but feel nostalgic; my voice wouldn't come out. When Marcos squeezed my shoulder and said my name, she opened her eyes wide, and her face turned pale. Without a doubt, she knows why I'm here. Without the butler saying anything, I brushed him aside with firm steps, saying that she knows why and for whom I am here. They can leave us alone, as Mrs. Anny and I have a lot to talk about, or rather, negotiate.

Anny.

I had a wonderful day with my little one, and as the evening came to an end, we left the room after watching a beautiful Disney movie. As we were heading downstairs, I overheard two men talking to the butler, saying they were looking for me. I asked who was looking for me, and the man mentioned the name. I turned to see the two gentlemen, but when I heard the last name, I remembered that Anna had told me about Lucero's uncle. I felt happiness slip away, realizing that the moment to confront reality and the truth had arrived. I didn't know which one was he, but my gaze focused on the handsome one, exuding authority. His eyes looked at me as if hunting his prey. I couldn't decipher his gaze; it was a mix of hatred, desire, disdain - I wasn't sure. He took a few steps, pushing the butler aside, requesting that we be left alone because we have something to attend to or negotiate. His icy gaze pierced through me and then to my little Lucero. I held her close as a protective measure, determined not to let her go from here. That's what I repeated over and over in my mind. I took a deep breath and firmly responded, "Very well, but not here. In my office." I ordered my butler to call Mrs. Monica, prepare coffee, and take Lucero to her room. I gave a code we have had for a long time, "Pantof," which means security and protection. He nodded and left with Lucero. I gestured for Mr. Santino to follow me, and he did.

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