The next morning...
Clara went down to breakfast.
And he found his father at the door.
“Clara—is that true? Isn't Don Baste...
“Dad,” she interrupted, “Don Baste was always the most beautiful man in the world. Only you never saw it.
His father looked down.
“Daughter, forgive me. For selling you. For not seeing what was in front of me.
Clara looked at him.
“Dad, the debt is paid. But the damage you did to me... that one doesn't pay with money.
He cried.
I know.
“So go. And don't come back. Because my family is now him.
And closed the door.
A year later.
Clara and Sebastian — because that was their real name — were on the terrace of their mansion.
With his son in his arms.
A beautiful baby.
With his father's eyes.
And his mother's smile.
Sebastian looked at her.
You know what?
What?
“The best business I ever did was that fifty million debt.
She's laughing.
Why?
Because if not, I would never have met you.
He kissed her.
And Clara knew.
He knew it was worth it.
Every tear.
Every night of fear.
Every time he cleaned his feet.
Because everything had brought her here.
To the arms of the man I loved.
Of the man they all called “monster.”
But for her...
He was always an angel.
Moraleja:
Never judge someone by their appearance.
Never confuse outer beauty with inner beauty.
And never, under any circumstances, underestimate a woman who loves unconditionally.
Because true love...
He doesn’t see the “skin.”
See the soul.
And Sebastian’s soul was always beautiful.
I just needed someone to see her.
And Clara... Clara saw her from day one.
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