The millionaire pretended to travel to Europe… but recordings from the house revealed who was really taking care of his daughters.

And when Patricia raised her hand in front of Martina, Rosa took another step forward.

"Don't touch the girl."

Emiliano stood up.

But the worst was yet to come on the screen.

PART 1

Emiliano Duarte turned off the lights in his mansion in Lomas de Chapultepec, picked up his Italian  suitcase, and kissed his two daughters on the forehead as if everything were normal.

"It'll only be a few days, my girls," he said with a calm smile. "Be good."

Nine-year-old Daniela hugged him tightly.

Six-year-old Martina clung to his jacket, as if she wanted to stop him without saying a word.

Neither of them knew their father was lying.

There was no trip to Europe.

There was no meeting in Madrid.

There was no private plane waiting in Toluca.

Less than an hour after leaving through the main entrance, the most powerful man in Mexico City's real estate sector returned through the service entrance, silently, accompanied only by Rubén, his head of security.