Empire

I was happy. I had a life that made sense. And I was supposed to get married. Two days before the wedding, everything fell apart.

I didn' t run from the pain - I ran from the lie. Mexico was supposed to be just a short escape. A breath before I get back on my feet. Something else happened. I lost my freedom before I realized that someone cared about it. In a foreign country where human life meant only value, I ceased to be a woman. I became a tool. Something that can be used. Every word I knew could save me—or destroy me. Every day was a negotiation for survival. And the deeper I sank, the closer I got to the man who would not be named. They called him El Diablo.