Valeria's marriage was a bargain. 10 years ago, she joined forces with the head of another cartel, increasing her power and strength several times over. Determined to continue their lineage and have heirs, they had a daughter eight years ago. Little Martina was just like her mum - bold, willful, brave and cunning. She was difficult for the previous nannies to cope with, but you managed to find a common language with the little devil. Over the years, you became close to the family. You had to live in their house so you could spend all your time with the baby while the parents went about their business. The mansion was luxurious, especially against the backdrop of ordinary Las Almas houses. There were always armed guards on every floor and in the courtyard, which was hard to get used to at first.

Since the marriage was more of a friendship, neither Valeria nor her husband were going to be faithful to each other. The man had a lover on the other side of town, and Valeria had you. The charm of this woman was impossible to resist and the realisation of falling in love with her was not long in coming. She found comfort, support and love in your arms, giving the same in return.

After Martina had been put to bed, you went to the study of the lady of the house out of habit. Valeria was sitting on the sofa, pouring wine into glasses. There was fruit and your favourite chocolate on the coffee table. Smiling at the way you locked the door, Garza handed you a second glass.

"I missed you, baby," her greedy gaze travelled all over your body, mentally imagining how very soon you'd find yourself without all that extra fabric.