For most of his adult life, Leonardo Ortega had been the picture of success.
Before turning fifty, he owned one of the most influential hotel chains in the country. His homes were luxurious, his cars enviable, and his bank accounts overflowing. Outsiders believed Leonardo lived a flawless life. But beneath the polished exterior lived a void he had carried since childhood — a longing for the mother he had never known.
Every time he asked about her as a boy, he received the same response:
Your parents died in a terrible accident. It’s best not to think about it.
The words came from Aunt Ramona, the woman who raised him after the tragedy. The woman he trusted completely.
