He was a murderer in waiting.
At that exact moment, the storage room door flew open.
Damián Gaviria stood there, his face twisted with icy rage. He had seen Camila’s backpack in the hallway.
“You!” he shouted. “Miserable little cleaner! What do you think you’re doing?”
His eyes locked onto the children.
He stepped toward the trunk, one hand slipping inside his jacket.
“Don’t come any closer!” Camila yelled, placing herself between him and the children.
Damián laughed—a dry, ugly sound. “How touching. Did you really think you could steal my inheritance with these little parasites? No one knows they’re here. The old man is sedated, and I control everything. You’ll regret crossing this line.”
He pulled out a small vial.
Not a weapon.
A powerful sedative.
“These children need to sleep,” he said coldly. “And you, Camila… you’re going to disappear right along with the key to this trunk.”
THE JUSTICE OF FORTUNE
Lawyer Damián Gaviria was tall, strong, and driven by the greed of a multimillion-dollar fortune. Camila—smaller, shaken, but resolute—had only her desperation and one unbreakable purpose: protect the children.
Damián lunged at her.
Camila reacted on instinct. With all her strength, she shoved a stack of heavy law books piled beside the trunk.
The books crashed down with a deafening roar.
Damián staggered. The vial of sedatives slipped from his hand and rolled across the wooden floor.
“Esteban! Lucía! Mateo!” Camila shouted. “Hide the document!”
As Damián tried to regain his balance, Camila ran toward the door—not to escape, but to get help. He was faster. He grabbed her arm, his grip painfully tight.
“No one leaves here alive, you little servant,” the lawyer hissed.
During the struggle, Camila managed to pull her old phone from her pocket. She didn’t have time to dial. She opened the voice recorder, pressed record, and tossed the phone beneath a covered armchair.
“Damián! You’re committing a crime!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “These are Mr. Montenegro’s legitimate heirs! You planned to kill them to steal the estate!”
She made sure every word was captured.
Damián froze.
He realized too late that he had made a fatal mistake—he had revealed everything.
“Shut up!” he snarled. “The old man signed papers saying the children were under special care abroad! No one will believe you! You’re a thief trying to blackmail a man of the law!”