Eduardo smiled cruelly. “Your punishment will be different, but just as effective.” He turned to Maria, who had appeared in the doorway, awakened by the shouting. “Maria, call Dr. Herrera immediately. Tell them it’s an emergency.” Maria became
Pale, she immediately understood the man. “Please, do it,” roared Don Eduardo. Dr. Herrera was known throughout Havana, not only for his medical skills, but also for his discretion in delicate matters. He had helped several prominent families resolve similar problems. “Father,”
“No,” Isabella whispered, finally understanding what her father had planned. “You can’t do that.” “I can and I will,” Don Eduardo replied coldly. “This bastard will be ripped from your womb, and you will marry Rodrigo Vázquez as planned. This dishonor will be completely erased. He is your grandson.”
Isabella screamed in despair. “He’s not my grandson, Don Eduardo Ruge. He’s the seed of [the witch hunt] and he will be destroyed before he sees the light of day.” The soldiers began dragging Thomas toward the door. He struggled to break free, shouting Isabella’s name as they
