Novels by Queen Leo

CATALINA Three weeks now. Three weeks since I left Miguel's house. I won't lie, it hasn't been such a bad experience for me. I was working, I could leave the house anytime I wanted, I didn't have to be at Miguel's beck and call. He kept true to his words, he hadn't tried to contact me since I left. I knew he was still secretly keeping tabs on me but I appreciated the fact that he did it from a distance. I missed him sometimes though, the distance from him didn't change the way I felt, it only made me yearn for him each passing day. Well, I was the one that asked to be away from him, wasn't I? I had to…I felt really hurt and betrayed by him. And was doing him a favor by leaving willingly right? He didn't want the kind of life he lived for me so he kept telling me to leave when any slightest opportunity to do so came up…and that I did.“So he's doing alright?” I asked Andrés. We've been talking secretly on the phone for the past few weeks. He checked on me and sometimes I asked abou

MIGUEL It's been a week now, a week without Catalina. I can't describe the emptiness I feel in my heart, I didn't expect to be so attached to her that her absence would tumble my whole existence. I got information that she resumed working at the company and she's really trying her best at running it. There was also no sign of Pablo's men being anywhere around her new house. Now that I was sure she was happy and safe in her new place, I focused on the matter that has been tugging at me. I called for Gabriella to come into my office for a chat and now she sat across from me, waiting.“Do you know why Catalina left?” I asked her.“I'm afraid I don't,” she replied.“I do. Olivia contacted her.”I saw the look of shock register on her face. “Olivia? How did Olivia contact Catalina?”“That's exactly what I want to know. How did Olivia get to know that Catalina would be at the office that day and how did she get the files I had on Catalina's father?”“Why would you ask me that?”“Because y

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