CATALINA I haven't slept for days. I keep thinking about it. I tried not to, but it just happens. Miguel didn't speak to me after that night, he didn't come down for breakfast either. If this was his own way of punishing me, then he's won. I couldn't take it anymore. Why does he keep confusing me? I was supposed to hate him but these days I didn't understand the feelings I had for him. Miguel had always been like a storm to me, dangerous, unpredictable, and impossible to control. But in that shower, under the cold ice water, I saw something else. Desire. Control. A cruel kind of tenderness.I hated him.I hated him more because I wanted him.I decided to explore more of the house today, partly to keep my mind off him and partly because I was bored, and curious. I heard footsteps behind me.“You should be careful, Catalina.”Gabriella.I turned to her, crossing my arms. “What now?”She tilted her head. “Why do you still mope around knowing fully well Miguel doesn't like it.”I scof
CATALINAThe ride home was silent. My hands trembled in my lap, but I refused to show fear in front of him. Miguel’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his expression unreadable.He had killed a man. Just like that.And what scared me most?He felt nothing.The city lights blurred past as we drove back, but my mind stayed in that fight club, in that moment when the gunshot echoed in my ears, I've never experienced anything like that.“You’re quiet,” Miguel finally said, breaking the silence.I swallowed, staring out the window. “What do you want me to say? That I’m fine? That watching you shoot a man in cold blood was fun?”His lips curved slightly. “I didn’t do it for fun. Besides, you said you were bored, I've given you something to think about for a while.”“You think this is a joke?’“It's not Catalina. Someone tried to kill us.”“You could have handled that differently. Why choose violence?”Miguel’s grip on the wheel tightened. “Violence is the only language people like Alvaro
MIGUEL “Cut it out, both of you.” I interrupted them before things got worse. It's odd, I've never seen anyone annoy Gabriella as much as Catalina. Gabriella looked ready to devour Catalina any second. I bit back the smile forming in my lips.“She started it.” Catalina argued.“You shouldn't be rude to Gabriella.”“What?” She fumed, “it's obvious you're taking her side. She's the rude one here! Threatening me and whatnot.”I put both hands in my pockets and exhaled loudly. “I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding ladies.”“I'm out of here.” Catalina said and was about to walk out when I stopped her. “Come back here Catalina. I'm not done talking.She halted and hesitated a bit before coming back.Gabriella placed a hand on my shoulder. “You know I hate insults Miguel.”“Yes. I'm aware of that.” I breathed, “apologize, Catalina.”“What?”“You heard me.”I expected her to argue with me. Instead, she turned to Gabriella. “I'm sorry Gabriella. It won't happen again.” Then she turned ba
CATALINA The drive back from the beach was quiet. I stared out the window, my fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the glass. I was still thinking about what I said. About the man Miguel killed. About his world.“You’re awfully quiet,” Miguel finally said, his eyes remaining on the road.I turned slightly, then sighed. “Just thinking.”“About?”I hesitated before answering. “What happens after a year?”“You get your freedom.”I scoffed. “And then what? You just let me go?”“That was the deal, wasn’t it?”I shook my head. “You talk like this is just a business transaction, like it’s easy to just... walk away.”“It is. And I'm a man of my word.”I didn't respond. I thought maybe our time at the beach was a breakthrough in our relationship. We talked without arguing and I felt some sort of connection with him. There was more to Miguel and I wanted to find out.By the time we reached the estate, the sun had long since set. Miguel was watching me closely as I stepped out of the car
MIGUEL I couldn't concentrate at all. I tried to understand Catalina's new angle. How did she go from hating me to bringing me breakfast in my room? Should I enjoy this, or be cautious? Catalina was never an easy one. Gosh! She drove me crazy.“Where are we with the shipment?” I asked Andrés.“We're on schedule,” Andrés replied. “You look tense, boss. Everything okay?”“Fine,” I said shortly. “Let’s go to the docks. I want to inspect it myself.”Anything to take my mind off Catalina. She was constantly becoming a distraction. A dangerous one.By the time we reached the docks, my focus shifted. Work first, Catalina later. The shipment had arrived as planned, but something felt off. The usual workers were there, but an unfamiliar face stood among them. I knew all my workers, and I didn't hear about any new hires. Andrés noticed him too. “You see that?”I nodded, my expression unreadable. “Handle it.”Andrés disappeared into the crowd while I oversaw the cargo. My men worked fast, un
MIGUEL I couldn't sleep. Partly because I didn't want to have another nightmare and partly because of Catalina. Gradually, even though I didn't want to admit it, she was becoming more than what I wanted her for. I wanted her because I had desires. Now those desires ran deeper and they now seem to mean another thing. I didn't want my feelings for her to run deeper. I desired her sexually and it should remain like that. Catalina didn't belong in my world, she hated my world and I didn't want to keep her here, she deserved better than me…than this life. I feared she also felt something deeper for me and I didn't want to indulge her. It wouldn't end well for her. The next morning, she came again with breakfast. “You need to stop this.”“I don't know why you don't like having breakfast, but it's very important. Just a bite.”“I'm not having that.”Her face dropped. “Just a bit please.”“No.”“Okay I get it. Should I pack it for you.” She wasn't going to give up.“What am I, a kid?”
CATALINA Miguel wanted me to leave him alone. And that I will. He has always been like this, just when I think he's opening up, he suddenly goes back to being….well…. Miguel. I've started to ask myself if I was too invested in him and making a fool of myself. Would I blame myself? There was nothing else to do in this huge house and he wouldn't let me go out. I needed to spread my wings and try out other things, meet other people. Miguel had just come back and was preparing to head out again so I started a conversation with Andrés.“You're close to Miguel huh?”“Yes.”“So he won't fire you for talking to me.”“Probably.”Why was he answering in monosyllables? Almost like his boss.“Can I ask you something?”“Yes.”“How do you use a gun?”Andrés actually looked at me and burst out with laughter. What was so funny? I asked myself.“You don't tell someone how to use a gun. You show them.” He brought out his pistol and handed it to me. I stared at it for a while before shaking my head.
MIGUEL I threw one gun at Andrés. “There's a problem. I've gathered the gang. We need to leave Asap.”I glanced towards Catalina, her eyes were on Andrés. “Be careful Andrés!” she called out.So she was worried about Andrés, what about me? We got into the car, I hit Andrés lightly. “I told you to indulge her, not get too close.” “She's a lovely lady, boss.”“I know that.”“She's also very funny.”I glared at Andrés, “I know that too.”“She's a strong woman too.”“Enough! Are you falling for her?”Andrés chuckled. “You know I have my own chica boss. Wouldn't go close to yours.”“I know….but she's so free and friendly with you. It vexes me.” “Why did you tell me to teach her then?”“She wants to learn. I don't know why she wants to, but I also don't want to say no to her.” I admitted.“She wants to learn how to defend herself. She doesn't like going out with so many people.”“She only needs to endure for a year and she'll be free.”“If Pablo wants her now, do you think he'll let her
CATALINA “Okay.”I paused, shocked that he would agree to my request.“Okay?”He nodded. “I told you I'll do anything to fix this. If this is what you want then I'll oblige, even if it hurts me deeply to let you go.”“You mean I'm…I'm free to go?”“I'll end the contract myself so you don't have to pay any fees. You can leave whenever you want, but I only have one request.”I swallowed. “What request?”“That you let me get you a place and assign a few people to guard you.”“What's the difference? I'm not really free from you then.”“The difference is that these people will only work for you and you don't need to answer to me. I'm doing this because I don't trust Pablo to leave you alone. I won't be around you unless you say otherwise.”I looked at him, trying to find the lie, the catch, anything that hinted this was just another manipulation. But for the first time, Miguel looked... defeated. Not the cold, calculating man I’d grown used to, but a man standing on the edge, letting go
CATALINA I grew up in a very simple home, we were contended with whatever we had. We didn't have money but we had love and it was okay for us. My father worked at a factory and my mother used to teach in a school. I was happy, I admit there were times I wished I was like those rich kids my mom used to teach. She took me to her private home lessons sometimes so I got an idea of how the rich lived, so exotic and without any worries of the future. Though I got jealous sometimes, I liked the family I was born into and if it turned out that they didn't have enough money to provide everything I needed, I would only endure it and work hard to give my parents a better life in my own time.Then one day, my dad lost his job at the factory. Apparently, it went bankrupt and had to let go of all their workers. I was still young then but I remembered how sad and heartbroken my dad was the first few weeks of being at home and unemployed, he literally became a shadow of himself. Soon after, my mot
MIGUEL“She ran away and got into a cab”.When my guys told me this over the phone, I began to feel worried.I sat in my office, tapping a pen against my desk, pretending to focus on some meaningless file. But in truth, I couldn't concentrate…something felt off. If she ventured on some solo outing, she should have returned or called.I checked my phone again. No calls. No messages. I began getting too uneasy, her stubborn attitude was becoming too much, she was so eager to work so why did she leave and where was she headed to?Without thinking, I pulled out the small tracking app installed on my phone. The tracker. I hated that I had to do it, hated that it made me feel like I was betraying her trust. But with Pablo on the lookout for her, it seemed like a necessary thing to do. I had secretly planted a tracker on Catalina after her first attempt to escape from me and I didn't think I'd get to use it this way.The little blinking dot on the screen was moving fast…out of the city and i
CATALINAMy head throbbed.Hands still tied behind my back. Ankles still bound. Duct tape burning my mouth to prevent me from saying more annoying words to Pablo.I began thinking of ways to die…Starvation…Dehydration…Cutting my wrists and bleeding to death…Anything to kill Pablo's silly dream of having me.He was across the room, plotting something with his right hand man.I tested the ropes again. Nothing. Just the cruel friction cutting into my skin. My shoulders ached. My jaw ached from the slap. My heart ached worst of all.I couldn't help but think about Miguel. Did he have a good reason for leaving me here? It seemed odd that Miguel would abandon me. Maybe he had a plan….he may have lied to me about his marital status but did he lie about his feelings for me? We were finally getting closer or was that a lie too? “Gather the guys outside, we're leaving now,” I heard Pablo say.I began to protest with muffled screams…it was useless, I was powerless against these highly dang
CATALINA The room was dark, little rays of light streamed in through the windows. I guessed this even though my eyes were covered with a blindfold. It smelled like mold and dust and gasoline. This should be in an abandoned warehouse.I tried to move and the ropes that were used to tie me up bit into my wrists, I had to stay still to avoid the pain shooting up my arms. My heart hammered so loudly in my chest. How long has it been now? An hour? Two hours?I didn't know, I couldn't tell.Who was responsible for my kidnap?Pablo?Olivia?I felt another pain but it wasn't because of the ropes that bound my hands together, it was due to the feeling of betrayal that tugged at my heart. Miguel had a wife all this time. Why wasn't she with him and why did he do all those things with me if he had a wife?I heard a door creak somewhere behind me and turned instinctively, though I couldn't see a thing. Then I heard footsteps getting closer to me."You awake, princess?" a rough voice sneered.
CATALINA Today's my first day. As a boss. And guess what? I didn't even know the kind of company that was given to me. And that's why I was in Miguel's room instead of getting ready for work.“A construction company?” I asked in bewilderment.“Yes, it's the best fit for you amongst the rest.” He sighed. “You haven't told me why you're in such a hurry to start?”“Forget that. What are the other options I have?”“There's an art gallery, a fishing company, casinos, private security firms and I have people running all these places for me.”I disliked the idea of running those kinds of places. “Well, if I'm going to run the construction company it has to go clean.”“Learn how to run it first, we'll talk about the rest later.”I knew it'd be hard to convince him, but I would eventually. “Now, let me go and get ready.”“Remember,” he stopped me. “Two bodyguards with you at all times, two at the entrance.”“Noted.” No arguments whatsoever, I didn't care if they were ten… I was doing somethi
MIGUEL Catalina didn't understand me. I keep telling her no for her own good. What was I thinking when I added giving her a company as a clause in the contract? The companies I have were just coverups for more illicit and illegal activities. I don't want her to get involved in something like that. What if it scares her away? And Pablo, he was hunting for her like a crazy dog.She's been locked up in her room for hours now and I didn't know if going to talk to her was the best thing to do. I looked at the files that had been on my desk since morning. The best thing would be to destroy them right? I've had it for a while now and always thought of what to do with them. Should I show her? She deserves to know right? I kept asking myself over the months I've known her, and now that we've gotten closer, I'm even more scared to tell her the truth I've been keeping from her. Maybe later, but for now these files have to be destroyed. I'd burn them later, for now I just threw them in the
CATALINA Things didn't change. Miguel didn't treat me differently as we got home, though it was still too early for me to tell. I just had this nagging feeling that it was too good to be true.From the way he held me as I slept, to the way he laughed freely while we snuck into the kitchen and foraged for food. I'd never seen him so carefree and relaxed.Once we got into the kitchen, Miguel went straight for the fridge while I tiptoed around, pretending to be a spy. It was kind of funny. The owner of the house was scared of being caught in his kitchen eating the food he provided.He pulled out leftover sandwiches and some kind of pasta dish that smelled way too good to resist.He placed everything on the counter and turned to me. “Anything else?”I grinned. “Dessert. There has to be dessert.”Miguel nodded and opened the fridge, bringing out a slice of chocolate cake. My eyes lit up. “Good one!”We sat at the dining table and quietly ate all the food. "Full?" he had asked when I
MIGUEL The minute Catalina gave me the plate number, I handed it over to Andrés."Run it. I want to know everything, the owner, address, who they work for.""On it boss," Andrés said, already pulling out his phone as he walked away.I turned back to Catalina. She looked exhausted, maybe still a little shaken by everything she'd learned today. I hated that she had to go through all this because of me. I should have just let her live her life. "You should rest," I said, reaching for her hand. "I'll handle this."She hesitated. "Whatever you do, be careful."A small smile tugged at my lips. She was actually worried about me. "I’m not alone, Catalina. I have an army…literally." I squeezed her hand gently. "You, on the other hand, need sleep. You need to rest."She hesitated for a bit, then nodded in agreement."Good girl," I said, and leaned in to press a kiss on her forehead.Gabriella cleared her throat loudly. "I see some things have changed," she muttered under her breath, walking