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Everyone believed her trances came from heaven. Only Father Rodrigo knew the price she was willing to pay to reach the altars.

I never imagined that the giant defender my father insulted from the stands would end up sharing the most intense night of my life.

He arrived without warning, with that smile of someone who always gets what he wants, and in one week he turned my mother’s life, mine, and the whole neighborhood upside down.

Between email and email, with the door closed and the stopwatch running, I’ve spent years perfecting a routine I’ve never told anyone. Until today.

I had spent weeks dreaming about that afternoon, but nothing prepared me for the first order you gave me the moment you closed the door behind me.

We had been whispering about it for days, but neither of us imagined how far we would go that night.

I recognized her at the bar by the way she moved. She was my ex-player’s girlfriend—the one who cheered behind the bench—and that night no one was holding her back.

She accepted the job to escape a dead relationship. What she never imagined was that that arrogant boss hid a man capable of taking her breath away.

I met him among paintings that seemed to whisper, and two hours later I was against the door of his apartment, wondering how I’d come this far without saying a word.

They had traveled to close a deal, not for this. But in the elevator of that hotel, Lucía understood they had been pretending not to want each other for months.

For twenty years behind the desk, I've learned to read people. I knew she couldn't make rent long before she dared ask me for help.

I got out of the car on a deserted street, my heart racing. I didn’t know what the woman I’d been writing to for months looked like—only that tonight, at last, she would be mine.