Emiliano was only thirty-two years old, but he already believed he understood the world better than everyone else.
In his mind, everything had a price.
Loyalty.
Love.
Respect.
Even people.
As one of the most successful real estate and tech developers in Mexico City, his life was built around glass towers, luxury cars, private dinners, and expensive watches that could pay off someone else’s mortgage.
He lived in a massive mansion in Lomas de Chapultepec with twelve bedrooms, perfect gardens, marble floors, and a staff of workers he barely noticed.
To Emiliano, they were not really people.
They were part of the house.
Invisible.
Replaceable.
And among them was Rosa.
Rosa had worked as a housekeeper in his mansion for three years.
She arrived every morning at six and left after sunset.
She never complained.
Never asked for favors.
