Esmeralda's POV"Should I go back? No, I guess it's too late now." I contemplated. I tore the lower end of my gown as I walked further into the woods. I was running from Gustavo, the number one drug leader in Columbia, to whom I unfortunately married. I was running for my dear life but the safety of my boys weighed heavy on my heart. "Should I go back to get them?" I mumbled as I paced around, my eyes moving in different directions as I peered through the looming darkness that had swallowed me. Leaving the mansion without his consent was a huge risk for me. But I couldn't stand his disgusting sight anymore. The pain, abuse, and ill-treatment was unbearable. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't see the trap ahead of me, as I walked right to his men, who were camouflaged in the forest as trees. “Let me go!” I yelled, as one of his men yanked me from behind, dropping me on his shoulders like a bag of potatoes. His muscular arms grabbed my petite waist firmly. “Keep quiet madam” one of them

Esmeralda's POVThoughts of a happy marital life flooded my mind but I was trapped in this mansion that had become my new prison. I found myself in a different world. The opulence that surrounds me is both captivating and overwhelming. My days were no longer filled with the hustle and bustle of the streets and how I would run errands for Aunty Martha. Instead, I am held captive in this gilded fortress. My every move is being watched by his ruthless men. “I'll be traveling for a business meeting to Peru. I’ll be gone for a day or two. Don’t miss me much and if you behave nicely, I might consider letting you see the boys,” he said with a smirk on his face, as he buckled his pants. He was done taking me by force again. This was my new life, he never touched me like a normal man would, he always grabbed me by force, molesting me at every chance he got. I had no one to cry to, no one to help me. The maids, and his men all turned a blind eye to my plight. Like I was invisible to all of t

Esmeralda's POV His mocking laughter suddenly changed to a growl when his phone rang out. Who dares interrupt his fun? He stepped back a few meters away from me to pick up the call. The contour of his face changed visibly as he stormed out of the basement. Rolling to my side, I felt something sharp, It pricked me making me winch in pain. Taking a closer look at the object, it was his key. He had dropped it mistakenly as he was overwhelmed with making fun of me. Every time I tried to give up, hope always made sure to find its way to me. I cross-checked the keys and saw that the ones to my chains were there as well. I quickly removed the key to my chain and hid it in my bra. I knew he would come back for the keys. I devised an escape plan for myself along with my kids. Feeling motivated, I unlocked the chains on my hand and leg and a new feeling of freedom graced me, yet the uncertainty that waited for me above was far greater than the feeling of freedom. It felt like a trap, but