The vow and the vendetta

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Amidst

aks, it was a place beauty could not save from war. Civil conflict had reduced the lush terrain into bl

Sanchez, a retired schoolteacher, became her world. He was the kind of man who greeted strangers with warmth,

ez Lopez, a relentless truth-seeker. Isabella was attending as a translator. Damian, the son of a powerful businessman, Raphael Philips, came under the pretense of

splaced villagers. Isabella volunteered to guide him. For two weeks, they hiked through rain and bullets. They shared stories, meals, and finally, a sleeping bag on a night when the rain broke their

ispered "you are stronger than this war" in the dark. Their bodies learned each other's rhythms like musi

luxury San Merid

refused to eat. She still remembers how his laugh trailed off when the sound of a motorcycle roared down the street. Two masked gunm

blood soaking her sandals

vernment blamed rebels. The rebels bla

. Her soul had cracked. In the morning, she left his bed and stood before he

last time she

he is a woman forged by grief and sharpened by vengeance. But

a tycoon with alleged secret dealings with both the government and rebel factions-Damian walks a tightrope be

krolling both aid and arms. Some say he funds relief missions; others whisper about s

ting ties between powerful businessmen, government troops, and rebel insurgents. He believes Javier was k

d corruption. He's an old student of Javier's, but he now serves a police force riddled with

a victim of the army's cruelty. Now, she strikes without mercy. Rumor has it that Taylor once dealt directly with Rap

e is the opposite of Isabella-controlled, precise, unyielding. The sisters rarely see eye to eye. Rachel believes justice b

y blood, others by fire. Each one is a piece of the truth sh

street, and the scent of boiling cassava drifted from the Sanchez home. I

," Javier said, smiling t

m enough!" she countered

ways did have your m

ne. A black motorcycle, two men in black

lla, go

didn'

rifle. Three shots. Sharp. Precise. Her fa

nees hit the ground. The

erythin

ed like death and silence. She replayed the

ather? Why

afety, but for the truth she might uncover. She began asking questions. Too many. Hernandez warned her to be careful. A

d note under her door: "He knew so

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