Thank you all for reading! As I mentioned before, I'm going to translate this fic in Spanish soon! Just give it some time! Also... I'm pushing myself to rush more into the hate bits before Franco and Sarita's relationship. It's a challenge!

Chapter 2

The older woman, whom the Elizondos call Eva, confirmed that she felt pity for their sister that night she was at the mansion. As soon as they informed her of her death, Eva appeared heartbroken but begged them not to do anything too dangerous but try to keep things at peace since she has tremendous love for the widow's three daughters and grandfather, Mr. Martin, who quickly trusted the men to carry him up the stairs to his room due to his physical disabilities.

"Nope! That's not my room!" shouted Mr. Martin when Oscar tried to open one room on the second floor. "That's my granddaughter's room! The two of them!"

He scoffed and then laughed when Oscar turned a shade of red.

"With this big house shouldn't each one have their own room?" asked Oscar, trying to change the subject from his embarrassment.

Mr. Martin laughed in endearment as Juan finally reached his room which was at the very far end of the second floor.

"You would think so, right!" he laughed. "My Jimenita can handle her own room, but her big sister, Sarita, is too scared to sleep by herself. And she's the toughest one! Ain't that something? She's been that way since she was a baby."

Franco chuckled a bit, wondering if the two young girls they'd met earlier were the ones who shared their bedroom. As he set Mr. Martin's wheelchair down, he began to get curious. Is the bland one named Sarita? Her grandfather did mention she's the tough one. But then again...there's supposed to be three sisters. He shrugged his shoulders and reopened the chair so that Juan could place the extremely grateful old man on it.

"Thank you so much, big boys!" Mr. Martin exclaimed. Eva pushed his chair so that he was more in the center while he spoke to the young men in his bedroom. Juan, Oscar, and Franco stood by the doorway. Mr. Martin, an honorable veteran that he is, observed the strong young men.

"I can tell you three are well-fed." he begins to say, still studying the three brothers while Eva stands nervously behind the old man. "You guys are real men. Tell me… are you soldiers?"

"No." answered Juan, feeling very uneasy because of the older man's scrutiny. "No, sir."

"Well, you look like it." Mr. Martin adds, nodding his head. "Your dignity shines through."

The three brothers shuffled nervously where they stood. They didn't expect such kindness from this family member who could have played a role in their sister's death.

Mr. Martin sighs into the palm of his man and rests his elbow on the handle of his wheelchair.

"It's a pity that you're here to build that damn cottage. And let me tell you...it's a bad idea, if you ask me."

Eva looks anxiously at the brothers who looked back at her with utter confusion.

"So when do you start building?" asked Mr. Martin, clearly unaware of what is actually going on.

Eva intervenes, telling the older man that no plans have been made yet because the workers are still trying to work something out with the architect. In a blind haste, Eva ushers the young men out of Mr. Martin's room, and promises to explain more of their situation whenever she has the time. The three brothers are now worried about how to plan their revenge.

As they follow Eva out of the house, Franco thinks back to the closed room that Oscar almost opened, and wonders which of the three sisters occupies it.

The brothers leave the Elizondo Ranch, feeling defeated, desperate, and confused as to what will happen next. Franco had his thoughts back to the two sisters. Those two could've played a certain role in Libia's tragedy, especially that bland one. His brow furrowed in anger in memory of that little woman. Judging by how she spoke to them at the ranch as if they were nothing but commoners, Franco is convinced she could've been twice as spiteful to Libia. He then thought about her sister, the pretty one with the doe eyes. Could she be just as spiteful as her bland sister?

Franco sighed at the possibilities as he and his brothers drove quietly back to their humble home.

Hours later, as promised. The older woman named Eva visited the brothers to tell them everything that she knew regarding Libia.

Listening to the older woman explain what had driven their little sister to end her life added more insult to injury. Franco and his brothers were practically fuming. Here they are, all three men, trying to grasp all that was happening to their sister before she sent herself to the afterlife.

Eva told them what had happened that night Libia was at the mansion. Eva tried to reason with them that Bernardo wasn't the reason why their little sister killed herself, but was in fact his wife's fault. Eva explained how Gabriela Elizondo humiliated Libia in front of the entire family until she couldn't take it anymore. All this enraged Juan and he began to develop such anguish and hatred towards the widow and vowed to follow through whatever means necessary to avenge their sister's death.

Franco left his brothers that very night right after Eva's departure. Everything that woman had told him and his brothers triggered him. His brothers, especially Juan, are becoming too obsessed with revenge and it's upsetting him. Franco was always the peaceful and reasonable one. He thought about what his sister would say to him if she were still alive. He knew she wouldn't agree with what he and his brothers were planning. This entire revenge scheme would really upset her.

He needed to leave. He needed to clear his mind. He couldn't stand another night of listening to both his brothers' horrible plans.

Taking his jacket, Franco left for the only place he knew would take his mind off things. Actually...to who can take his mind off things. That person was none other than the beautiful Rosario Montes. Yes, he needed to see her tonight at the Alcala Bar. She'll know exactly what to do or say to ease him. A beautiful, sexy, talented, woman like her, would definitely know how to ease his sorrows. In fact, she's the only one that can. He sure hopes so.