PART 1
It was a celebratory flight over the Riviera Maya. Santiago, a businessman who was always elegant and impeccably smiling in magazines, had planned a “romantic surprise” for his wife, Valeria, as a beautiful token of love and trust.
But when the private helicopter took off from the platform of a luxury hotel complex near Cancún and rose into the azure blue sky, Santiago’s true characteristics began to reveal themselves.
Valeria had it all: a business empire, a leading technology company in the Mexico City market, and a life of luxury that many could only admire through a screen.
However, the one thing he had given Santiago was absolute control of the same fortune he had inherited from his late father, a legendary “tycoon” who had built his empire from its beginnings in Monterey before expanding it across the country.
Many years had passed since their meeting at a lavish gala in Poland, and during all that time, Santiago had observed his wife with meticulous attention. The deeper their relationship grew, the more convinced he became that Valeria’s strength was the key to the life of power he had always desired. Thus, between furtive kisses and whispered promises, he began to weave his plan: eliminate Valeria and seize, unhindered, the role of heir.
PART 2
“Valeria, I’ve prepared something very special for you,” said Santiago, his voice almost drowned out by the rumble of the blades. His words were gentle, but his gaze was colder than the cabin window.
Valeria suspected nothing. She smiled and settled back in her seat, gazing at the vast blue sea and the sun-drenched reefs. Already in her second trimester, her body was heavy and exhausted from the work. This flight was like a parenthesis, a brief escape from meetings, figures, and people who only wanted “a simple signature.”
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As Santiago flew away from the crowded areas by helicopter towards a more secluded sector over the sea, he took a deep breath, as if he had just made a carefully considered decision. Then, with apparent calm, he said:
—Come a little closer to the door… so you can see better, my love.
Valeria, who had always trusted her husband—at least outwardly, in the marriage the press hailed as a “perfect couple”—stepped onto the open doorstep. The sea breeze caressed her hair and dress, imbued with the salty scent of the ocean.
And that moment…
Santiago grabbed his arm.
Siп dŅdar.
With a swift and brutal movement, he forcefully pushed her away.
Valeria fell from the helicopter.
