The Mafia's Bride
For fifty years, no girl had been born in the Torres family. I shattered that legacy, becoming the first, and with it came a deep fear for my life.
My family sought refuge in the land of the free, America, knowing that the baby my mother carried was a girl—me. Fleeing from a life they once knew, they discovered the horrifying truth: our family had been mercilessly slaughtered for daring to escape. In an effort to protect us, they changed our name, and I became a captive, much like Rapunzel in her tower.
Dad found work on a farm, while Mom took whatever job she could find until we could settle. I prayed that our pursuers would never find us, but as the clock struck midnight on my eighteenth birthday, I knew it was too late.
They found me, and captured me. There was no escape from the clutches of the Reyes family, and I was the one destined to pay the debt—an age-old debt that spanned over two centuries.
This debt could not be repaid with money; it demanded my life.
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