Page 1 of Violent Attraction

Prologue

She’s the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on.

Dark hair that went down the length of her back. Skin that looked soft to the touch, with an olive tint to it. Eyes that looked as if they belonged to a princess and not to the girl that I have known most of my life.

She was the daughter of Ronaldo Morales, the head of the Muertos Cartel.

She was in fact a princess.

A cartel princess, but still royalty, nonetheless.

One I wanted to talk to, get to know, to spend time with. Someone that I would never be able to get close enough to. A girl that I would never be able to call mine.

She was untouchable, nothing more than a dream.

Even if and when I was able to hold the dream in my hands, it would have felt like I would wake up any second and lose it all.

And that’s what happened.

I had the dream in the palm of my hand, and for a few glorious moments, the dream was mine. Holding it as tight as I could.

The girl that I saw as royalty was mine.

Until the dream was ripped away from me and forever taken.

Because in the end, she was a princess to the cartel that needed a prince, not a soldier.

No matter how much I loved her, she would never belong to me.

Isabella Morales would never belong to me, Santiago Reyes.

Not even in death.

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Present Day

I look at myself in the mirror and the reflection staring back at me makes me want to vomit.

Not a feeling that a bride should be having as she looks at herself wearing her wedding dress. Especially not on her wedding day.

The dress in itself is beautiful, so is the makeup and the jewelry and how my hair is styled.

If circumstances were different, I would be looking at myself and crying happy tears, not ones of despair.

Despair because I’m about to walk down the aisle and marry a man that my father is forcing me to. Despair because once I walk down that aisle and say my vows, the person I am will be gone.

I can’t seem to make the tears stop.

I’m losing so much in such a short amount of time and it’s all my father’s fault.

If it wasn’t for his thirst for more dominance and money, I wouldn't be forced into this situation.

If it wasn’t you, then it would have been Camila.

God.

I can’t even begin to think what I would’ve done if it was my little sister in this situation and not me. It makes me want to throw up even more just thinking about it.