Episode 3

Clemencia approached her granddaughter and silently observed the pool of blood around Samuel's head.

A slight smile appeared on her lips, although she immediately erased it. The cunning old woman couldn't believe her luck.

Things turned out much better than she had planned. Rocio would soon go to jail, and Samuel, the man she considered trash, would soon cease to be a hindrance to her.

"Call an ambulance!" Cecilia ordered the maid who saw everything that happened with Rocio and Samuel.

"Right away, ma'am."

The maid ran to call the ambulance while the other guests just watched the scene and whispered among themselves.

"The bride was left dressed and flustered. Who would have thought, William Shep's heiress, was left like a small-town bride, dressed and with illusions."

"What a pity, she looked spectacular dressed as a bride. Sadly, it's no secret to anyone what she was trying to do."

"I don't know which of the two is more wicked, Cecilia or Clemencia."

"Now who is she going to marry? Clemencia must get her another man right away."

"I hope he's not dead; otherwise, we'll be invited to a funeral instead of a wedding."

Clemencia gave a warning look to the women who were whispering about what had happened.

No one wanted to make an enemy of a woman like Clemencia de los Rios. It was no secret to anyone how she treated her granddaughter Rocio.

Soon after, the ambulance arrived at the mansion, and Samuel was rushed away.

All the guests returned to their homes without daring to comment on what had happened.

However, Fatima remained hidden inside the mansion. She witnessed Samuel being taken to the hospital.

"Rosi, you're in serious trouble. Oh my girl, you won't escape the fury of these witches." Fatima couldn't help but feel sorry for her friend Rocio.

Since her parents died, she has been cruelly humiliated by her grandmother and cousin. Now, because of the man she considered perfect, she will be in jail for several years.

The girl left the old mansion when no one else was there. She took a taxi with which she intended to look for Rocio.

As night fell, Fatima was unable to find Rocio; it was as if the earth had swallowed her. She returned to her apartment, hoping that Rocio had gone there.

...Meanwhile...

Cecilia was anxiously awaiting some information on Samuel's state of health. She paced back and forth.

Her hands rested on her belly, praying that Samuel was okay and that nothing would happen to her son.

..."Why is this happening to me?" Cecilia wouldn't stop crying; she felt her heart leap out of her throat....

Clemencia rose with difficulty, approached her granddaughter, and placed her hand around the girl's shoulder.

"Calm down, my love. Remember that all this is hurting your son. Dante must be born strong and healthy." Clemencia consoled Cecilia.

"Grandma, I'm sure it was that bitch Rocio who did this to Samuel. Because of her, my son will be born without knowing his father." Drowning in tears, Cecilia blamed her cousin.

"Let the police find her. She'll spend her whole life behind bars." Clemencia gritted her teeth.

"Grandma, I want to kill her with my own hands! I hate her! I hate her!"

"Ceci, don't think that, you must be calm," Clemencia insisted.

"Ahhhh!" Cecilia felt a sharp twinge under her belly.

Beads of sweat dripped from Cecilia's forehead.

"Nurse!" Clemencia shouted.

"Calm down, my love. If anything happens to my great-grandson, I swear that bastard will cry tears of blood."

Soon the nurse approached Cecilia and took her to one of the rooms.

The pain soon passed, and Cecilia recovered in a bed.

"Grandma, I'm the owner of Y&O, the most important chain in the market. Tomorrow, what happened with Samuel will be a scandal."

"My love, you shouldn't worry about that; I'm here. I promise I'll take care of everything."

"Now rest. I'll take care of you." Clemencia kissed the girl on the cheek.

Exhaustion overcame Cecilia, and the girl slept soundly until the next day.

In a completely dark room, Rocio began to open her eyes. Looking around, the girl was so startled that she clumsily got out of bed and fell to the floor.

Because of her clumsiness, her hand pushed a picture that was on the nightstand to the right of the bed.

The photo broke into a thousand pieces; spreading the glass everywhere. The loud noise caught the attention of Ana, the woman in charge of everything related to Damian Montenegro.

The woman turned on the lamps near the bed. Looking at the girl on the floor, she immediately approached Rocio, preventing her from hurting herself with the glass.

"Miss, please get back in bed."

"Who are you?!" Rocio briefly observed the woman in front of her.

"Don't be silly, get back in bed before young Damian comes."

"Damian? Who is Damian?" Rocio asked, not understanding anything.

"Damian, it's me..." A cold voice, like an iceberg, was heard coming from the door.

Rocio got up from the floor; as she took a step back, she felt a twinge in the sole of her foot.

One of the shards of glass cut the girl's foot.

Rocio let out a loud scream.

"AHHHH!"

Blood began to flow from the wound, staining Damian's rug.

Damian walked quickly to the bed; the expression on his face was not favorable for Rocio.

Upon reaching her, Damian lifted the girl and carefully placed her on the bed.