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Yeline found refuge in standing next to the marvelous, arched window of her family's ancestral home, seeing the large gardens that had always brought her peace and comfort. As the sun began to set, its golden light cast a lovely glow over the gardens, but Yeline couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had been nagging at her for weeks.

"Señorita, come to the study. Your father wishes to speak with you", a servant's voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned away from the window, nodding absently as she made her way down the grand staircase. The elegance of their home, with its black marble floor and magnificent chandeliers, suddenly felt cruel, as if it were pressing in on her.

The enormous study of the Del Castillo was clearly tensed as Yeline entered, her heart beating in her chest. Her father, Don Facundo, sat behind his big wood desk, his face filled with concern and fatigue. Her older sister Britta was already seated in one of the chairs in front of their father's desk.

"Father, you wanted to see me?", she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Don Facundo raised his head, the burden of his decision reflected in his gloomy eyes. "Sit."

He paused to take a deep breath, his voice filled with emotion as he addressed Yeline. "There is something important you should be aware of," he stated seriously. "Our family is facing a serious threat. I made some terrible decisions, and now we find ourselves in a difficult situation.. owing a significant debt to a man of great influence."

Yeline felt an invasion of fear rush over her as her father's words sunk in. Confusion and concern filled her mind as she asked, "Could you please elaborate, Father?"

Her father finally met her gaze, his eyes filled with sadness and desperation. "I've received a visit from the Master's delegates. He's come to collect on the debt I owe him."

"Master?" she mumbled, using a title rather than a name. A psuedonym that demanded respect while revealing little about the man behind it.

Her father's next words sent a chill down her spine. "And he's willing to forgive the debt... if I give him one of you in payment."

"Why can't we just pay off the debt?" Yeline asked, her voice shaking with desperation.

"The amount is too large, Yeline," he said, his voice firm. "We can't possibly pay it off. I've tried to negotiate, but he is unwilling to budge. He wants one of you, and he's willing to take it by force if necessary. So, I have decided to let you marry him, Yeline."

"But Father, I'm already engaged to Onyx Guerrero," Yeline protested, her voice firm. "I've given my word, and the Guerrero family has accepted our union. You can't just break off the engagement now."

Her father's attitude became dismissive, and his eyes rolled in displeasure. "Onyx Guerrero is a nobody, Yeline," he replied. "The Guerreros are a minor family, barely worth considering when compared to the Master. Marrying him will secure our family's safety, and ensure our prosperity for generations to come."

"But Father, I love Onyx," she said, her voice trembling. "I want to marry him, not some stranger who only wants to use me to further his own interests."

"You will do as I say, and marry this man. It's the only way to ensure our family's survival." Yeline felt a goosebump as she realized the extent of her father's ruthlessness.

"You're going to give me away, Father?" she complained, her voice shaking. "You're going to hand me over to that man, like I'm some kind of material."

Her father's expression remained firm and tough. "It's the only way to pay off the debt, Yeline," he stated calmly. "You're the only one who can save our family."

Yeline's heart burned with resentment. "Save our family?" she said, her voice rising. "You mean save Britta, don't you? You're willing to sacrifice me to save your precious Britta."

Her father's eyes twitched, but he remained unconcerned. "Britta is your sister, Yeline," he explained. "I'm doing this for both of you."

Yeline's laugh was bitter. "You're doing this for Britta, Father," she clarified. "You've always done everything for Britta. You've always loved her more, always prioritized her needs over mine. Have you asked if I was willing to go? You just assumed that I would sacrifice myself for Britta and this family. You just assumed I was disposable."

Her father's eyes lowered, but Yeline saw no regret or apology. Only a cold, calculated urge to complete what he considered a necessity.

"I'm your daughter, too, Father," Yeline murmured, her voice shaking with emotion. "I'm your child, just like Britta. But you've never treated me like one. You've never loved me like one."

Britta stepped forward, her eyes filled with tears. "Father, no," she responded firmly. "You can't send Yeline. I'll go instead."

Yeline's eyes widened in disbelief, and her pulse raced with emotion. "Britta, no," she said quietly, but Britta shut her down.

"I'm the eldest, Father," Britta declared, her voice firm. "It's my duty to protect my family. I'll go in Yeline's place."

Yeline felt an inflow of gratitude for her sister, but she knew she couldn't allow Britta to sacrifice herself for her. "No, Britta," Yeline said, her voice aggressive. "I won't let you do it. You're not going to sacrifice yourself for me."

Britta's face set in determination. "I have to, Yeline," she said. "I have to protect you."

Yeline's anger and frustration boiled over. "If you could just handle your business better, Father, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."

Her father's face turned red with rage, his eyes popping out from their sockets. "How dare you, Yeline!" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. But before he could continue, he clutched at his chest, his face altering in pain.

Britta rushed to his side, her eyes filled with concern. "Father, no!" she cried, her voice trembling.

Yeline felt a pang of guilt, of shame, as she watched her father's anger escalate into a near-heart attack.

Britta looked up at her, her eyes filled with a deep concern. "Yeline, it's okay," she said, her voice soft. "I've got this. Go, get some help."

Yeline nodded, feeling a sense of numbness wash over her. As she turned to leave, Britta's words followed her, a gentle comfort in the midst of chaos. "It's not your fault, Yeline. It's not your fault."

After calling her father's doctor, she retreated to her room, she immediately reached for her phone, desperate to hear Onyx's voice.

Her hands trembled as she dialed his number, hoping against hope that he would pick up. The phone rang, echoing in the silence of her room, but there was no answer. She tried again, and again, each time her heart sinking a little more when he didn't pick up.

"Please, Onyx, answer", she whispered, tears streaming down her face. But there was nothing, only the relentless ringing followed by a voicemail.

Exhausted and overwhelmed by the events of the day, Yeline collapsed on her bed. The tears flowed freely, and she cried until she had no tears left to shed. Her body ached from emotional strain, and her mind was a whirlpool of despair and confusion.

Slowly, her exhaustion took over, and she drifted to a restless sleep. In her dream, she saw Onyx, his face a comforting presence in the darkness. They were together, laughing and hding each other, a stark contrast to the nightmare her life had become.

"Onyx", she whispered in her sleep, reaching out to him in her dream. But even there, he seemed to slip away, just beyond her reach. The dream shifted, and she found herself standing before a man. The mysterious figure loomed over her, a reminder of the uncertain future that awaits her.

Yeline's dreams were a tangled web of love, loss and fear. As she slept, her heart for the comfort of Onyx's embrace, while her mind, struggled to make sense of the betrayal and uncertainty that now define her reality.