You Are Completely Mine!

New York, United States.

“Sir, I swear, I didn’t steal anything!” cried Ernesto González, his voice breaking as several police officers surrounded him.

His hands trembled, sweat trickled down his forehead, and fear tightened his chest. In front of him, with a cold expression and eyes that offered no second chances, stood Alejandro Santoro.

“The money was transferred from the company account to your personal account,” Alejandro said in a deep, controlled, dangerous voice. “And you still expect me to believe you didn’t steal anything? Do you think I’m stupid?”

The fury in his tone was subtle—contained—but unmistakably present. Alejandro Santoro didn’t need to raise his voice to inspire terror. His presence alone was enough.

He was a man used to commanding, to being obeyed without question. Implacable. Cold. To many, ruthless. To others, simply inevitable.

“Mr. Santoro, please…” Ernesto begged, stepping forward before a police officer pushed him back. “I don’t know how that money ended up in my account. I never made that transfer. I beg you to give me time to prove my innocence. I swear on my daughter… on the most sacred thing I have… I didn’t steal.”

His voice cracked when he mentioned Paulina. Thinking of her hurt more than the cuffs that were already closing around his wrists.

Alejandro watched him for a few more seconds. There was no compassion in his gaze—only calculation.

“I’m not giving you time to escape,” he sentenced coldly. “We have enough evidence. You’ll spend the next few years behind bars.”

He made a small gesture with his hand.

“Take him away.”

Ernesto was handcuffed as panic distorted his face. He knew facing Alejandro Santoro wasn’t just a legal problem… it was a condemnation.

Meanwhile, miles away, Paulina González ran through the university hallways with her heart racing.

Her anatomy class had started at ten… and it was already ten-thirty.

“D*mn it…” she muttered under her breath.

She entered the classroom nearly out of breath. The strict Dr. Carlota Smith immediately lifted her gaze, sharp as a scalpel.

“Miss González,” she said with clear disapproval. “You’re thirty minutes late. Do you not take your medical studies seriously?”

Paulina swallowed hard. There weren’t enough excuses in the world.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Smith. It won’t happen again,” she said softly, her green eyes pleading.

The professor sighed, irritated, and motioned for her to enter. Paulina barely took a step when the insistent sound of her phone broke the silence of the room.

“This is unbelievable!” the doctor snapped. “You not only interrupt by arriving late, but now you answer your phone in my class.”

“I’m sorry…” Paulina whispered, mortified.

But the call wouldn’t stop. Something inside her tightened.

“Dad?” she whispered as she answered. “What’s wrong? Why are you calling from another number? I’m in class…”

“Paulina… I’m under arrest,” Ernesto said in a grave voice.

Her world froze.

“What…?” she breathed, suddenly short of air.

“Hija, are you listening?” he asked, worried by her silence.

“Yes… yes, Dad. I’m listening. What happened?”

“I’m on my way,” she said without hesitation. “Don’t worry, Dad.”

Paulina left the classroom without asking permission. She didn’t care about the university, the professor—nothing.

Her father was all she had. She had lost her mother when she was just a child. Since then, Ernesto had been her refuge, her support, her everything.

When she arrived at the station, fear consumed her.

“I’m looking for Ernesto González,” she said desperately. “I’m his daughter. I need to see him.”

A police officer looked at her for a few seconds, then nodded.

“You have ten minutes.”

Paulina nodded quickly.

Seeing him behind bars shattered her heart.

“What happened, Dad? Why are you here?” she asked, tears filling her eyes.

“Sweetheart… I don’t know what happened,” he answered, anguish weighing down his voice. “A huge amount of money appeared in my account. I swear I didn’t steal anything. Alejandro Santoro is accusing me… and I’m scared. Not for me, but for you.”

“That’s unfair!” Paulina cried, anger and pain twisting her words. “You’ve worked for that company for years. You’ve never had problems. That man can’t do this to you!”

“He’s very powerful,” Ernesto said, voice breaking. “He says he has proof… and I don’t know how. I didn’t steal.”

Paulina held his hands through the bars, kissing them repeatedly. She couldn’t stop crying. In a single morning, her life had changed forever.

The next day, a lawyer arrived at the station.

“Miss González, good morning. My name is Miguel Collins.”

“You need to get my father out of here,” Paulina said without hesitation. “He’s innocent.”

The lawyer sighed.

“The situation is complicated. He’s being accused of stealing over five million dollars. Mr. Alejandro Santoro has already filed the official complaint.”

“But my father didn’t steal anything!”

“The money was in his account. There are records.”

Helplessness gnawed at her.

“Someone is framing him,” she said firmly. “My father is an honorable man.”

The lawyer didn’t reply—but his silence said enough.

That same afternoon, Paulina made a decision.

She would go to Alejandro Santoro.

She walked into the imposing building where his office was located.

“I need to speak with Mr. Santoro,” she told the receptionist.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No. I’m Ernesto González’s daughter.”

“Oh… the thief,” the woman replied with disdain.

Paulina’s blood boiled.

“My father is not a thief,” she snapped. “Show some respect.”

The receptionist smirked.

“Mr. Santoro doesn’t meet with anyone without an appointment.”

Paulina left the building without another word.

She waited.

Hours.

Around six in the evening, the man appeared surrounded by bodyguards. Tall, elegant, imposing. She didn’t need anyone to tell her who he was. She just knew

She ran toward him.

“I need to speak with you!” she shouted desperately.

The bodyguards stopped her.

Alejandro Santoro got into his luxurious car without even looking at her.

The engine roared.

And with it, the door to the life Paulina once knew slammed shut.:

Paulina had insisted for days, but speaking with Alejandro Santoro seemed like an impossible mission. Every attempt ended in a wall of silence, indifference, and power.

That morning, she arrived at the precinct with her heart tight, anxious to see her father. However, what she found was a devastating blow.

“Mr. Ernesto González was transferred last night to the high-security prison,” the officer informed her with total coldness.

Paulina felt the ground vanish beneath her feet.

“What? No!” she screamed, taking a step forward. “You can’t do that! My father has the right to await his trial here!”

“He will await his sentence in prison,” the commander said without even looking at her.

“That’s illegal!” Paulina exclaimed, her voice cracking from fear and rage. “They lock dangerous criminals in there!”

“Orders from above, miss.”

Without thinking twice, Paulina rushed outside and dialed her lawyer’s number.

“You need to do something,” sh