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Joaquín Oviedo, the prosecutor and also heir to the family that is considered royalty in the United States, the Caldwell-Oviedo's, does not believe in promises. Yet when a friend begs him for help, he makes one. He just didn't count on fate orchestrating things in such a way as to put him in a situation that would change his life forever. Now, the man who plans every step of his existence finds himself in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions he can't handle when young Bianca Ortiz parachutes into his life. The sweet girl turns the billionaire's world upside down, slowly reaching out and melting the Iceman's heart.

Chapter 1 1

Joaquín Oviedo's pov

nine years old

"They won't come. Do you know what that means? We're going to have to sell you to another family. We can't keep you in America, but there are plenty of rich couples in other countries who would pay for a blonde Boys pay big bucks. If your parents don't want to pay to bring you home, we'll find someone who will."

I try to pretend I'm not listening. Be strong and brave like my brother Guillermo because I don't want these people to see how scared I am.

It's been six days since they brought me here. I'm counting. Sometimes my mind can get really cluttered, so I decided to pile up some pebbles I found on my bedroom floor so I wouldn't forget.

Why isn't Dad here yet? They said they wanted money and my family had a lot of money.

Are these people telling the truth? Do my parents know they took me but still don't want to pay the money they demand to get me back? I wish Guillermo was an adult. My brother would never leave me here. I believe in him. I also believed in Mom and Dad, but now I don't know.

"Are you listening to me, kid? I know you understand what I'm saying, and you're scared. You should."

Even if I don't look at him, I know he's smiling. You do it all the time. You put on an evil grin like you're having fun scaring me.

"I was thinking it was wrong for us to take you away. Your family doesn't care if you come back or not. I think, after we sell, bring the little girl. She may be worth a lot of money."

Take my Martina? get my Martina? my little sister?

I tried not to cry but felt pain behind my eyes. I clasped my hands together to keep them still because I wanted to get to where the guy was and kick his shins.

"It's okay. I can see you don't want to talk. I'm leaving, but think about what I said. You might wake up tomorrow in another country."

As soon as he was gone, I grabbed a wooden box I found under the bed. I can't reach that small, tall window without it. I put it near a window. From day one, I climbed up and looked out. Surrounded by old houses.

The window is a very narrow passage, but I think I can get through it. I was terrified of getting scratched by shards of glass because it was shattered, but that was before and I thought my dad would come and save me.

Now, I think I have to escape by myself, so I have an idea.

I go back to bed and get the blanket. I wrap it around my hand, like I've seen in action movies, and slam on shards of glass, shattering the missing pieces.

There. That's it, just the glass tip, even if I cut myself, it wouldn't be that much. I need to go home. Even if my parents don't care about me like this man said, I can't let them take my sister away.

I ran so fast that I was out of breath.

My lungs were on fire, but I didn't stop until I found a store. There is a sign on the door that says "OPEN".

I still pushed the door open, for fear that they would chase me, and I was relieved to see a white-haired woman inside.

"Good evening, my love. Aren't you a little late walking around by yourself?" she asked.

"I don't walk," I said, taking a deep breath. I ran away.

My name is Joaquin Oviedo. They kidnapped me. "Please call the police for me."

Her eyes widened. She turned around at the counter and came towards me.

"Are you from the Oviedo family? Can you tell me your father's name?"

"Stuart Caldwell, but don't call my dad. He doesn't care about me. I'm going to let those people betray me. Talk to my brother Guillermo. Yes, he will come to my rescue."

*************

twenty three years later

I mentally count to ten, taking a planned pause before closing. I stared at the jurors without blinking, trying to guess if any of them were going to give it all up.

No, I put them where I want them.

They have been persuaded. I could tell by their attentiveness to what I had to say.

My verdict is in.

I nodded as if to pat them on the back, praising them for taking another murderer off the street in a few minutes. Then I started talking.

"I have no doubt that when they return, there will only be one decision: guilty."

I sat down again while the defense attorney tried to work her magic in her final remarks, even though we all knew her case had been lost.

Half an hour later, after she finished speaking, I put the papers in my briefcase. I am now indifferent to everyone around me. It was as if my mind had shut itself off from the universe, muted it.

My sister Martina said I took the concept of introspection to another level.

I don't think this is the case. I just don't like humans a lot of the time. Interaction is just a necessary evil.

It doesn't matter. I admit there are some exceptions.

My family, Olivia and my three nieces.

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