The night of July 25th will forever be etched into the history of La Promessa. It was a night when shadows were forced to face the merciless light of truth, and courage became the only currency of survival. Within the vast estate, where secrets cling to every wall and silence weighs heavier than stone, Angela stepped into danger with reckless resolve. Her goal: to uncover the truth behind Father Samuel’s mysterious disappearance.

What she found went far beyond her worst nightmares—a damning breviary, cryptic letters, a ledger riddled with suspicious figures, and a hidden safe concealed behind a crooked painting. Each clue was an undeniable sign of a conspiracy woven by Don Lorenzo, the feared and manipulative captain of infantry.

Just as it seemed the darkness might swallow her whole, Curro appeared like lightning to shield Angela. At the same time, Manuel, burning with an unfamiliar rage, lunged at the captain, while De Nora, haunted by the memory of Giana, rushed to save a life that wasn’t hers to protect. Then, with the arrival of the Guardia Civil—guided by Father Samuel’s testimony after being freed by Maria and Petra—the iron rule of Don Lorenzo was shattered.

But the fall of one tyrant was only the first ripple in a wave of change. The entire community of La Promessa seemed to awaken. They had learned the power of unity, of protecting their own, of resisting even the most terrifying threats. Yet beneath the dawn’s fresh air, tension lingered.

Pia, shaken by Angela’s brush with death, knew too well the cruelty Lorenzo was capable of. In the kitchen, Maria and Petra clung to each other, gripped by fear over Samuel’s fate. Meanwhile, Catalina and Adriano, relieved at young Raffaela’s recovery, reignited their righteous fury against Baron Valadares, the very embodiment of arrogance and abuse of power—even if it meant sacrificing ties with Martina, still chained by loyalty to her grandfather.

Somewhere in the quiet halls, an entirely different tension was blooming. Nora, the French maid, began to look at Manuel with new eyes—eyes filled with hope, even though he was still a prisoner to the searing memory of Giana, the woman who had reshaped his soul.

Angela, her pulse racing, slipped into the captain’s office guided only by a flickering candle and stubborn instinct. Every creak of the floorboards felt like a gunshot in the silence. She searched desperately until the crooked painting caught her eye. Behind it—a safe. That was where the truth was waiting.

Sweat beading her forehead, she tried combination after combination, failing each time—until she settled on a date linked to the largest, most suspicious payments. Left, right, left… click. The safe opened, revealing not gold or jewels, but a bundle of letters tied with a red ribbon, and beneath them, Father Samuel’s worn silver cross resting atop his breviary.

The revelation was chilling—Samuel hadn’t simply vanished; he had been erased. And Lorenzo was the hand behind it. But before Angela could move, footsteps echoed in the corridor. She doused the candle, stuffed the evidence into her apron, and hid behind the heavy velvet curtains.

Lorenzo entered, lit the gas lamp, and poured himself a drink, savoring it like a predator after a kill. His eyes shifted to the crooked painting… then the ajar safe. His voice cut through the silence: “Come out. I know you’re there.”

Angela stepped forward, pale yet unflinching. “You’re a monster,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. “And everyone will know it.”

His expression hardened. He raised a hand to strike—only for the window to shatter. Curro stormed in, eyes blazing. “Get away from her!” he roared. The fight that followed was brutal. Curro fell, but his intervention bought Angela precious seconds to flee.

The chase through the estate was a fever dream of terror. Doors slammed, footsteps pounded. Lorenzo hunted her like a jaguar, driving her toward the kitchens—a dead end. Meanwhile, far from the chaos, Maria and Petra reached Lorenzo’s secluded hunting cabin. Beneath the floor, they found a trapdoor… and Father Samuel, alive but weak.

Back in the main house, Angela burst into the kitchen, only for Lorenzo to seize her and throw her to the floor, the letters scattering. From outside, Nora saw everything. Despite her own heartbreak, she couldn’t stand by. She woke Manuel and Riccardo, and together they stormed the kitchen.

The confrontation erupted into a maelstrom of bodies, shattered furniture, and raw fury. Riccardo shielded Angela, pressing the letters back into her hands. Lorenzo’s strength and training began to overpower them—until Lope, Tono, and Pia charged in wielding kitchen tools like weapons, forming a human barricade around Angela.

Then, the Guardia Civil arrived. Father Samuel, though gaunt, stood tall as he accused Lorenzo of smuggling and conspiracy. The captain was arrested on the spot.

As dawn broke, the estate exhaled. Exhaustion mingled with victory in tearful embraces and grateful glances. Pia and Riccardo comforted Curro. Manuel thanked Nora with newfound tenderness. Angela, the heroine of the night, accepted a steaming cup of coffee from Manuel, her hands still trembling but her eyes unbroken.

Though Giana was gone, her spirit lingered in the courage of those who fought. La Promessa didn’t end this chapter with romance, but with a chorus of justice, loyalty, and rebirth—a promise that even in the face of darkness, silence will never win.