At noon, Silvia was cooking, it was her day off, plus it was the birthday of her friend, who had passed away a year ago, something absurd, a kidnapping and an unexpected death, while she was immersed in her thoughts, the doorbell brought her out of her reverie, she hurriedly went to open the door, she was sure it was Elio, her friend, with whom they had a friendship to the death with her beloved friend, but when she opened the door...

"Bianca?..., you..." Silvia felt her body losing strength as she saw the young woman outside her door, but before she fainted, Bianca Lizorty approached to hug her.

"Silvia, it's me, it's me, I'm not dead, I swear, let me explain," said the young woman trying to contain her friend who was on the verge of collapse.

Silvia cried a river, she looked at her from all sides and couldn't stop crying, she was so sad for her death and how the tragedy had been described, but none of that was true, none of that had to do with what had been reported in the press, however, the truth was dirtier than everyone believes.

Silvia had to run to the kitchen, her food was almost burning, Bianca entered the place and sprawled on the couch, it had been a year without comforts as simple as a couch.

Silvia urged her to eat, her friend was wearing quite simple clothes, she looked thinner, but at the same time much more mature, she had a solemn and charming look.

"Bianca, come on, eat something, now I want to know everything, I want you to explain how you are alive, your family was devastated, Ariel was shattered, it seemed like he would collapse at any moment, your father seemed to have died in life," said Silvia while Bianca froze the instant she heard that, but it would clarify several things, Silvia was her lifelong friend, and she trusted her, so she decided to tell what was happening.

"Oh, so they made a whole show, I didn't expect it, it seems they know how to act, well, now you're going to know what really happened with my supposed death, I think things should be clearer now," said the beautiful young woman while Silvia is surprised to see her so serene and thoughtful, Bianca was not like that, she was so different.

"Bi... friend, does your family know you're alive?" said Silvia looking at her intently, but the answer shocked her.

"No, and they won't know if that's possible, I don't want to know anything about them, about anyone, least of all that bastard Ariel, or my damn father, nobody..." she said with a look of pure hatred that distilled bile through her eyes, Silvia was scared, she didn't understand what was happening until Bianca spoke again to tell what had happened a year ago.

A year ago.

Bianca Lizorty

That day was my wedding dress fitting, because yes, I was engaged to the best and most sincere man on earth, or at least that's what I thought, well, that day I had some setbacks, I lost my wallet, my keys were left in my car, my cell phone ran out of charge, it was a shitty day, I was always very arrogant, I confess, and being a Lizorty is no less, my mother was the richest and most beautiful woman in the country, my father a handsome man with a knack for business, although he was not of good status, he was always prosperous, all that was fine, until my mother passed away when I was 12 years old, that's when many things began to happen.

A few months after my mother's death, they came home as owners of everything, ordering and bothering, Emilia and her daughter Fatima, Emilia came to introduce herself as my father's new girlfriend, that they would get married and I don't know what, but they came to live in my house without being married.

Fatima at first got along well with me, but the days passed and she seemed to take over everything, my room, my things, my clothes, and that's how I ended up on the quietest side of the mansion and almost forgotten, but that didn't matter to me, what hurt me was my father's attitude, he was more than fond of Fatima, it seemed that they had known each other forever and my suspicions began, although I couldn't prove it, she seemed more my father's daughter than me, Emilia always pretended to be interested in my affairs, as if she wanted to be a mother to me, but it was not like that, I heard her say terrible things about my mother and me when she is on the other side.

Once, I heard her tell my father not to be angry with me, that I am innocent, it is not my fault to be the daughter of an adulteress, that my mother's mistakes should not affect our relationship, that I was his daughter, since he had raised me.

That really hurt me, that they say something like that about me and my mother made me really angry, but that my father believed it was the last straw.

However, something I had noticed that not only Fatima is almost my age, but she looks a lot like my father's mother, who hates me to death and now I know the reason, and if that were the case, that doesn't matter, I am my mother's daughter, most of all this was hers before the marriage, I am her heiress, so they should kiss the ground I walk, because without me, they would be nobody in this family.

My maternal grandparents were annoyed by Emilia and her daughter's presence, even more so when they saw the resemblance; it seemed my father had been cheating on my mother for many years.

Years passed, and I began to take charge of several properties. They belonged to my mother, therefore, they were mine, as she had transferred them to me when she was still alive. Now that I'm 22, the frictions with my father are worse; Emilia and her daughter only play the victims, claiming I mistreat them all the time.

When I was 17, I fell in love with a handsome boy, Ariel Job. He was 20 then. I was madly in love. Five months ago, we got engaged, and we're a week away from our wedding, so I went to my fiance's apartment to borrow money, a car, and a ride home, as I was a bit far from the area.

When I enter, I hear the most scandalous noises, but knowing the meaning of each moan and scream made me shudder. I knew Ariel's gasps; we had been intimate since I was 18, but we always took great care. He used condoms, and I used contraceptives, just in case.

I entered trembling, feeling my body wouldn't respond, and it was hard to walk, but when I got closer to the door, there he was, my soon-to-be husband whom I had loved for 5 years, having hot sex with my stepsister Fatima. They were both so immersed in their disgusting romance that they didn't even realize I was there watching them. I didn't even have my cell phone to film them and destroy their images of correct and flawless people.

"Wow, so... is this how you're taking care of our wedding?" I said as they were taken aback and didn't understand if they had heard correctly.

"Don't panic, it's just me, the one who's going to destroy you, even if I die trying," I said as calmly as I could, while they turned to look at me, unable to believe I had caught them red-handed.

"Bibi, darling, my love, it's not what you're thinking, let me explain," the very cynical man said as he covered himself and tried to find his clothes.

"Oh, sure, you were probably walking around naked in your house, stumbled upon this whore, who was also naked in someone else's house, you tripped, and your penis entered her vagina without you being able to avoid it, is that what happened? Because if it wasn't like that, I'm not interested," I said indignantly, and I turned around only to threaten.

"Fatima Ardut, I hope that when I get to the mansion, you've taken all your filth out; I don't want to see you," I said as I left, and she began to beg in panic.

"Bibi, sister, please, just let me explain, you can't kick me out of the mansion, my father won't allow it."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. She was making it clear to me that the father was hers and not mine. Well, I had things even clearer.

"Well, in the mansion, your father has no voice or vote. Since I was 21, I've inherited what belonged to my mother, and the mansion is mine. I'm the only owner, and if I hadn't kicked you and your stupid mother out, it was because my father begged for you. But now that I know you're a damn bitch, I swear I won't stop until I see you under a bridge," I said indignantly. I was so upset that I saw everything red.

I left there at full speed, running as fast as I could. I was really devastated. Ariel was the one who said he understood me, who told me everything would be okay, that those people would have to understand that I was the heir to everything, that those witches were only circumstantial in the lives of the Lizortys, but it was a lie, it was all a lie.

I walked around the area for a while, so I decided to take a bus. I did it often; I wasn't a rich girl who got upset about that, so with a few coins here and there, I went to the area of my residential complex. As soon as I entered, my father slapped me, almost knocking me down. He was furious.

"How dare you kick out your sister? Do you really think you can do whatever you want?" He tells me furiously while I just look at him without understanding anything.

"Did that bitch tell you that I'm kicking her out for being a whore, for sleeping with my fiance? Did she tell you that, or did she just come to play the victim?" I said furiously while my father looked at me without knowing what to say, but at that moment, Emilia entered with tears in her eyes and Fatima who looked more devastated than me, this was really out of this world.

"Bibi, daughter, you're making a fuss over nothing, you misinterpreted the situation, you thought you saw something between them and you're exaggerating it, you shouldn't tarnish your sister's reputation like that," the biggest bitch in the world tells me.

"Misinterpreting? She was in bed naked with my fiance's dick inside her vagina, what could I be misinterpreting?" I yelled indignantly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing; it was really absurd.

My father slapped me again before I could stop him, and what I heard left me even more disconcerted.

"Don't talk about your sister like that, stop slandering her. Ariel came a moment ago and explained everything. You saw wrong. They were chatting and got too close. You thought you saw them kissing, but they both said that's not true, that they see each other as siblings and you're taking revenge by making up things that didn't happen, so apologize to your sister for calling her a slut. She hasn't done you any harm. Besides, you should apologize to Ariel for putting him through this bad time, they're getting married soon, and you're not going to kick anyone out of this house. If anyone leaves, it would be you, since you're dishonoring the family with your slanders," he told me furiously, and I can only look at him. I don't know what to say. Is he really my father? Were those vipers right to say that I'm the daughter of another man? Maybe it's true, since my mother passed away, this man is definitely a stranger to me.

"I'm not apologizing for shit. I don't want to know about this topic or what those vipers have told you, but when I get back tonight, I want that bitch out of my house, because this is my house, and if I find her, I'll kick you all out, I don't care, so decide, father, that bitch who is not my sister or anything to me, or me," I said as I left. I heard my father call me a thousand times, but I just went to the parking lot and took one of the cars. I drove off at full speed, wanting to drive and forget what was happening. When I was on my way, two cars intercepted me, forcing me to stop. Some hooded men got out and forced me into one of the vehicles. Someone gave me a very strong blow, and I don't remember anything else.

When I regained consciousness, I was being dragged through the forest. Two of the men were dragging me like a rag. I could see that there was a hole.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I managed to stammer while one laughed.

"That's none of your business, little princess. You just need to know that you're a nuisance to someone important, and you'll have to pay the price. Dead, you're more valuable," he told me while I just tried to be as lucid as possible, but I can't. My mind is still spinning. I feel dizzy and numb.

"Please, let me go, I'll give you money, a lot of money," I said while they laughed.

"That's what we were warned you'd say, that you have money and I don't know what, but we already know that's not true. We only deal with whoever can pay well. Now this hole is for you. There's fuel inside. We'll have to burn you so you're unrecognizable. Then we'll take your remains to a place where they'll find you. Don't worry, we'll leave clues that it's you and that you were killed in a failed kidnapping. No one is looking for you. Everyone knows you're a capricious girl who disappears for a long time, so no one will be harmed," the man said as he threw me near the pit. I can barely move, but I haven't lost consciousness yet.

Now undress this beauty, first we're going to have some fun, then we'll get rid of her, don't finish inside, we mustn't leave any signs of what happened," he says while the other guy starts tearing off my clothes, and I just cry and sob, I can't even defend myself.

Without anyone expecting it, I hear a gunshot, causing the man who is almost on top of me to be thrown backward, and the other who seemed to want to pull out a weapon received a direct shot to the face. I didn't know anything else, I fainted. I felt so weak that I couldn't even open my eyes.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I woke up in a small cabin. The fire in the fireplace is lit, I was cold, but I felt my body regain heat. I looked around, not understanding, until the memories of the last 24 hours came back to my mind. My tears were running like rain, and when I tried to move, a thick, deep voice entered directly into my parietal lobe, paralyzing my body with a single order.

"Don't move, you're still weak, that blow was very strong. It's clear they wanted you dead, but I don't want problems, so you should leave. I don't want people, I don't want you to stay, so you better be able to recover because I'll kick you out as soon as possible," he tells me while I turn around calmly, if I move fast I get dizzy.

"Did you save me?" I say, remembering the shots.

"No, I was just passing by, and I want you to get something clear, I don't want to talk to you, I'm not interested, so recover and leave," he tells me as he stands up from the corner where he was sitting, and he is very tall, it's just that I'm a bit short, my mother was like that, but he is tall, he looks rough, and I don't know if he's handsome or not, he has long hair and a beard, it looks like he's been here for a long time.

"I... I, I'm leaving," I said, stunned. Anyway, I had things to think about, was it a coincidence? The day I find my stepsister with my fiance, they kidnap me and try to kill me, my father talks to me as if I have no right to say anything or be upset about anything.