Chapter 33 The Thin Line Between Love And Lies

Mariana sat at the long glass conference table, her nails digging into the leather armrest of her chair. The air in the Montero Global boardroom was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and polished wood, but none of it masked the growing unease twisting in her gut. Across from her, Javier leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His dark eyes never left her. She forced herself to look away, turning to the financial report on the tablet before her, but the numbers blurred. Focus. Breathe. Don’t let him see you unravel.