Mariana's Pov

It’s silent, too silent. And it’s been like this for days. Two, perhaps three days.

Alejandro has refused to look in my direction, and when he does look, I no longer see that burning desire there once held.

He hates me now. I know he does. And I don’t blame him. My father is after all responsible for the death of his—there’s no coming back from that heartache.

We’re seated in uncomfortable silence in the private jet; my husband, myself, my brother-in-law, and ...