A pause.
“Of course, Mrs. Cruz. Is there a problem?”
I looked toward the road leading to the beach.
“Yes. My property has been occupied without my permission. There are more than fifteen people inside.”
His voice instantly sharpened.
“Do you want us to come immediately?”
“Yes.”
I hung up.
Then I called my lawyer.
“Attorney Ortega, I need to file a trespassing report.”
“What happened?”
I explained everything quickly.
“Legally, you are completely within your rights,” she replied. “The house is registered only in your name.”
“I know.”
“Then let security and the police handle it. Don’t confront them alone.”
“That’s exactly my plan.”
I hung up.
My last call was to the property manager.
“Hector, are the electronic locks still active?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Disable all access codes except mine.”
“Right away.”
I leaned back in the seat.
The sky outside was turning orange with sunset.
For a few minutes I simply sat there breathing.
Old Valeria would have cried.
But I wasn’t that person anymore.
Ten minutes later, two black vans drove down the road toward the beach.
I smiled slightly.
Captain Morales moved fast.
I drove back.
When I arrived, the vans were parked in front of the house.
Three security guards stood at the entrance.
And inside…
chaos had already begun.
The door was open.
Ricardo was shouting.
“This is ridiculous! We have permission to be here!”
Captain Morales stayed calm.
“Sir, this property belongs to Mrs. Valeria Cruz.”
“My wife is her sister!”
“That does not give you legal rights.”
At that moment I walked forward.
Silence fell instantly.
Ricardo stared at me as if he had seen a ghost.
“What the hell did you do?”
I smiled calmly.
“I simply called the right people.”
Camila rushed toward me.
“Valeria, this is unnecessary.”
“Unnecessary?”
“Yes. We could have talked.”
I looked at her.
“I tried.”
No one spoke.
Captain Morales asked,
“Mrs. Cruz, do you confirm that you want these people to leave your property?”
“Yes.”
“You have ten minutes to collect your belongings,” he announced.
Ricardo’s relatives started protesting.
“This is insane!”
“We drove five hours!”
“This is humiliating!”
Ricardo was furious.
“This is your fault!” he shouted at me.
I met his gaze calmly.
“No. This is the consequence of your actions.”
His mother stepped forward.
“What a cruel woman!”
I smiled.
“Interesting. Twenty minutes ago I was the parasite.”
She fell silent.
One by one they packed their things.
Suitcases.
Bags.
Coolers.
Shoes.
Within fifteen minutes, fifteen people walked out of my house with angry faces.
Ricardo was the last.
He stopped in front of me.
“This isn’t over.”
I tilted my head.
“You’re right.”
His arrogant grin returned.
“Oh really?”
“Yes.”
I showed him my phone.
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