Daniella lowered her eyes quietly toward the untouched waffles resting near her plate, her fingers tightening faintly around the fork in her hand. As the conversations around the table continued naturally, something inside her thoughts had begun shifting in a way she could not immediately explain.
All her life, she had imagined that powerful families must secretly be miserable beneath their wealth. She had believed that once money, influence, and control entered a household, genuine closeness disappeared sooner or later.
Conflict became normal. Manipulation became survival. Pressure became love. Sacrifice became expectation.
That was the only version of the family she truly understood.
Yet sitting inside the Torres Mendoza estate now, she found herself confronted with something entirely different.
