Sigh. Okay, girl. Do everything in your power to leave so later you won't have any regrets 😩
I've been so busy planning my escape and where I'll go that I stopped paying attention to everything around me. So when I wake up to find Olga hanging a long white wedding dress in the closet, I'm taken aback. Despite all the other dresses being the same color, I can tell that particular one is different. Besides, it was among the dresses I tried a few days ago. Kicking the sheets away, I jump out of bed and move to stand beside her."Why is this here?" "Because the wedding is tomorrow. You have to try it on today so they'd have time to fix it if there are any problems" "What do you mean tomorrow?" I ask throwing out a hand to one of the shelves to steady myself "Don't weddings take months to plan?" "Are you serious? This is El Rey's wedding. He paid the planners to do it in a few days and even if he hadn't, I don't think anyone has the guts to tell him no" "But... But..." I don't know what to say. Like a fool, I believed he would take at least a month or two to plan the wedding an
It's crazy how calm I am when today could very well be my last day alive. It's also my wedding day. Every time I thought about marriage, this is definitely not what came to mind. I always associated weddings with joy, happiness, and laughter. But most importantly, with Santi. He's the man I thought I would marry. But it's true what people say. Life has no balance. Today will either be the beginning or the end of my dreams. If I succeed, I will make it my life's mission to achieve everything I've ever wanted. If I don't, I'll be as good as dead. Dying should discourage me. El Rey's threats of what he'll do to me should make me rethink my decision but they don't. I'm more scared of being his wife. I would rather he kill me. "Okay, when I said use your beauty, I didn't know you'd master it so soon," Alma says entering with Ines on her heels. I smile at them, glad that I can see them before I leave "Girl, you hit the jackpot" "You're here" "Can you make me your personal hair stylist? I
Seven years later My fingers ghost over the tubes and I settle on the darkest one. Picking it up, I swipe it over my lips then smack them together to spread the color evenly. Whoever invented red lipstick deserves all the money in this world. It's my favorite. Always has been but when someone said it made me look like my lips were stained with blood, I loved it even more. Throwing it back on the counter of the vanity table, I run my hands over my body. The black figure-hugging dress I'm wearing highlights my curves. It ends right under my ass and paired with the red stilettos makes my legs look longer. "What do you think?" I ask the man standing behind me. "It suits you" "We need to improve your vocabulary, Salazar. Beautiful, pretty, sexy, hot, devilish. Feel free to use any of those words" "We should leave" "Why? It's not like they can start without me" "If we don't leave early, you'll have to wait until next year to kill Ramon" Well, that is one way
"It's just procedure ma'am. After they leave, you won't hear anything about it again" "I don't pay you just so I could go through procedures" I slam the phone down, my blood boiling "He's not getting paid this month" "Calm down..." "Why should I when the fucking police are in my house? Did you find the person who posted that photo? I will carve out their intestines and feed them to Bruno" "They're not leaving until they speak to you" "Go and scare them away or threaten them. I don't care. Just make them leave" "Ma'am!' "WHAT?" "They won't arrest you. They're only here to talk. Answer a few of their questions then I'll make them leave" "I'm not... I'm not scared" "Let's go" Salazar walks out, forcing me to follow him. I hate how indifferent he is. As if nothing scares him. Not that I'm afraid of the police. Seeing them just pisses me off. But I guess it's better they're here instead of asking me to go to the station. Two men are sitting in the living room, each with a cup of c
Being here feels unreal. Nothing has changed but at the same time, everything looks different. To me, it's only been a few months since I left but to the world, it's been seven years. The house looks the same. The furniture, decor, the men outside, it's all just as I left it. Except the owner has changed. The news of Uncle Fan's passing wasn't as shocking as finding out who had taken over from him. I'm curious as to how things turned out this way. The investigator I sent couldn't find out much. According to him, no one dares to speak about La Diabla without her permission. She has everyone on a tight leash which is impressive and concerning at the same time. After all, she is a woman. The fact that she got to where she is now means I shouldn't underestimate her but I'm curious as to how she accomplished all this. I also want to know how Uncle Fan died. Was he sick? According to Nina, he only visited once and never came back. She said he was trying to have a baby with his wife but I c
The look on his face is priceless. I wish I could capture it on my phone and look at it whenever I'm down. I'd pay to know what he's thinking. Did he expect me to be some old ugly bitch or what? Leaning closer, I take a peek at his phone screen to see what he's staring at. It's the photo of me covered in blood. I'm still pissed that Salazar hasn't found the person who took it. But on the bright side, I'm trending again. My social media accounts have more followers which means there are more men falling at my feet. What else could I ask for? Folding my hands in front of me, I look at him shyly. A skill I have perfected and used many times to get what I want "It's edited" When he looks up confused, I add "The photo. It's edited. Salazar told me about AI and how it can generate photos that look real but of course, no one believes it because they all think I'm the devil" "Is that so?" "Yes" I sigh and then plaster a look of resignation on my face "You don't believe me either... It's fin
"Mama, papa, I'm home. And let me tell you that I am now a proud..." I screech to a halt, my eyes going to the three men in our living room. One is seated while the other two are standing. I wonder if they're Papa's friends because he never brings anyone around "Oh, we have visitors. Hi" "Run Catalina. Run" Andres yells from the other side of the room. I furrow my eyebrows, wondering what has gotten into him. "Quiet. Can't you see we have visitors?" Papa snaps. "Is she the one you were talking about?" One of the men asks turning to look at me. He gives me a once-over and then nods. As if he approves of what he's seeing "We'll see if the boss accepts her" "She's pure. Untouched" Papa rushes to say. For the first time, I notice that he is kneeling and Mama and Andres are standing in a corner, hurdled up together. These men don't look friendly at all and despite their size, they are too young to be Papa's friends. A feeling of foreboding creeps up my spine. Who are they
The car pulls up in front of a large gate guarded by several armed men. The driver nods to them and one of the guys speaks into a small radio. They're all big and look like they could crush me under their feet effortlessly. How will I be able to escape from this place? The wall surrounding the house is so tall. Not just that but these men have guns. What if I try to run and they shoot me? But I can't just sit still and wait for them to take my organs. I'd rather be dead when that happens. The car starts moving again, making me snap my eyes up. The gate opens up to the biggest and most beautiful mansion I've ever seen. My breath catches in my throat at the breathtaking sight. It looks like a castle and for a moment, I forget everything. Wondering what it would be like to live in such a house. To have money, nice clothes, and cars at my disposal. To have so many servants that I didn't have to lift a finger to do anything. I picture my life with Santi here. He always sa