CHAPTER 2 — The War Begins
CHAPTER 2 — The War Begins
Alexander stood without saying another word.
He carefully covered Sofia with a blanket before turning toward me.
"Take pictures," he said quietly.
Every bruise.
Every cut.
Every swollen finger.
Every mark.
Nothing would be forgotten.
For the next hour, we photographed every injury.
Then Alexander made a series of phone calls.
Not to politicians.
Not to judges.
To doctors.
Private investigators.
Security experts.
People he had trusted for decades.
By sunrise, Sofia had undergone a complete medical examination.
Every injury was documented.
Every bruise dated.
Every fracture recorded.
The physician looked sick after finishing.
"These weren't random blows," he said.
"She was tortured."
Alexander never reacted.
He simply thanked the doctor and left.
Meanwhile, Carmen believed she had won.
She spent the morning calling relatives, laughing about how Sofia had "run away because she wasn't ready for marriage."
Javier repeated the same story.
His family flooded social media with smiling wedding photos.
They acted as if nothing had happened.
But Alexander had already discovered something far worse.
The condominium had never been their real goal.
Carmen's family was drowning in debt.
Millions.
Hidden loans.
Failed investments.
Tax investigations.
They needed Sofia's property as collateral before the banks discovered the truth.
The marriage had been planned for nearly a year.
Sofia hadn't fallen in love.
She had been selected.
Every romantic dinner.
Every expensive gift.
Every promise.
Every proposal.
It had all been part of a carefully designed trap.
When Alexander shared the investigation with me, my hands shook.
"They hunted our daughter."
He nodded.
"They thought she was the easiest victim."
Then his phone rang.
The investigator spoke only one sentence.
"We found the hotel security footage."
Alexander's eyes hardened.
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"We're done waiting."
The war had officially begun.
