The way Lucas hugs me, trying to comfort me, calms me down a bit. The silence in the living room is immense, but I suppose he understands that I cannot say a single word right now.

I have a half-brother. I repeat that phrase in my mind over and over again.

I try to understand every word my father has said to me, and I have concluded that if Elena had been honest with my father and confessed that she was expecting a child from him, Raúl would not have hated them, and nothing would have happened to Lucía or me.

"Bella …" Lucas finally speaks to me as he gently caresses my hair, "I know you don't feel like doing anything, but you have to eat something amore; you're not alone anymore," he tells me and kisses my hair.

"It's just that I'm not hungry. I can't believe everything I've learned today; do you realize that Alejandro is my half-brother? If that had been known, you would not have lost Lucía and me..." I try to talk, but I can't continue.

"You would not have been a victim of my reven