Carlos pov

I didn't breathe.

The world spins, every pulse in my body tenses up as I stare at Antonio's blank eyes, a silent mockery of my loss. Despite the blank expression on his face, I can very vividly picture the smirk of victory on his lips.

Ethan stands back, his curious eyes fixed on me like he too, didn't expect to hear something about Sofia.

“Carlos,” Marcel's voice fills me with chills. My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I refuse to keep my eyes off Antonio, like I can ...