Replying...
Intro. Mónica Robles was sitting alone on the terrace of her hacienda, watching the sunset with her eyes swollen from crying. The wind moved her hair as pain consumed her inside. His brothers... little by little they were leaving him, one after another, as if life was taking them from him without mercy. He tried to stand firm, as he always did, but this time he couldn't. He felt a void that neither power nor money could fill. Aurelio Casillas, her lover, that man for whom she would have once crossed hell, barely looked at her. He had lost him too, even though he was still alive. He was busy with his wars, his businesses, his women. I didn't even ask him how he was doing anymore. A tear slid down her cheek as she poured herself another drink. Then he heard the sound of a truck approaching. I wasn't expecting anyone. When the door opened, her partner appeared, the only one who really understood her in that world of blood and betrayal. He walked towards her with a firm step,

Monica Robles

@Kenny