Her father, a millionaire businessman dressed in a blue suit, smiles coldly as he throws dirt around them, claiming it’s a special game.

The girls, terrified and unable to understand the cruelty, beg to leave, but he ignores their cries.

Across the field, a majestic white horse watches the scene with intelligent eyes, sensing that something terrible is happening.

When the animal decides to act to protect the girls, what it does shocks everyone.

The afternoon sun gilded the vast fields of the estate, creating long shadows that danced gently in the breeze.

On the horizon, the imposing mansion shone like a jewel set in the verdant landscape, a symbol of an empire built with sweat, ambition, and a few questionable decisions.

But there, in that isolated field, far from prying eyes and attentive ears, a scene unfolded that contrasted drastically with the serene beauty of the sunset.

Eduardo Vargas adjusted the knot of his blue silk tie, his fingers trembling slightly as he watched the two small figures in front of him.

The 5-year-old twins, Luna and Estela, were laughing and playing in the soft earth.

Their white dresses, already stained with mud, and their windblown blond hair were the perfect image of innocence.

Their blue eyes shone with the blind trust they placed in the man they called Papa.

—Girls, are you ready for our special game?

Eduardo’s voice sounded forcedly cheerful, like an actor trying to convince the audience of a play he didn’t believe in.

He held a small shovel in his hands, the metal reflecting the last rays of sunlight like a somber mirror.

Luna clapped her hands, her eyes shining with excitement.

—What kind of game, Dad? Is it like the ones Mom used to play with us?

The mention of the deceased Isabela made Eduardo swallow, a pang of something that could be remorse piercing his chest like a cold blade.

Her father, a millionaire businessman dressed in a blue suit, smiles coldly as he throws dirt around them, claiming it’s a special game.

The girls, terrified and unable to understand the cruelty, beg to leave, but he ignores their cries.

Across the field, a majestic white horse watches the scene with intelligent eyes, sensing that something terrible is happening.

When the animal decides to act to protect the girls, what it does shocks everyone.

The afternoon sun gilded the vast fields of the estate, creating long shadows that danced gently in the breeze.

On the horizon, the imposing mansion shone like a jewel set in the verdant landscape, a symbol of an empire built with sweat, ambition, and a few questionable decisions.

But there, in that isolated field, far from prying eyes and attentive ears, a scene unfolded that contrasted drastically with the serene beauty of the sunset.

Eduardo Vargas adjusted the knot of his blue silk tie, his fingers trembling slightly as he watched the two small figures in front of him.

The 5-year-old twins, Luna and Estela, were laughing and playing in the soft earth.

Their white dresses, already stained with mud, and their windblown blond hair were the perfect image of innocence.

Their blue eyes shone with the blind trust they placed in the man they called Papa.

—Girls, are you ready for our special game?

Eduardo’s voice sounded forcedly cheerful, like an actor trying to convince the audience of a play he didn’t believe in.

He held a small shovel in his hands, the metal reflecting the last rays of sunlight like a somber mirror.

Luna clapped her hands, her eyes shining with excitement.

—What kind of game, Dad? Is it like the ones Mom used to play with us?

The mention of the deceased Isabela made Eduardo swallow, a pang of something that could be remorse piercing his chest like a cold blade.