As Angel finishes a longer-term prison sentence, she meets a world that has changed without her. While she is adjusting to the all of these new changes around her, she finds herself in a world wind of love, violence and tragedy. This is 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢�...
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As Angel began packing her things upstairs, she couldn't shake the memory of Santos' voice echoing in her head. The way he had said "Lucía" with that smug smirk on his face, knowing it would get under her skin. It was a name that only a select few were allowed to use, a name that held both love and pain, and hearing it from Santos felt like a violation.
He always knew how to push her buttons. Even when they were younger, he had a way of making her feel like she was spiraling out of control, like he was the only one who truly knew her. But it was never about knowing her—it was about controlling her, about breaking her down piece by piece.
Angel's hands trembled slightly as she stuffed clothes into a bag, trying to block out the memory. But it kept coming back, that sickening feeling of being trapped, of being dragged back into a life she had fought so hard to escape.
"Lucía," he had said, as if he had any right to that name. As if he hadn't stripped her of every ounce of power she had whenever he used it.
The name was supposed to be a comfort, a connection to her roots, to the parts of herself she cherished. Her mother had given it to her, a tie to her heritage, a reminder of the strength that ran through her blood. But Santos had twisted it, turned it into a weapon to use against her.
She couldn't let him win. Not again. Not ever again.
As she zipped up her bag, Angel made a vow to herself. The next time Santos called her "Lucía," she wouldn't let it rattle her. She would stand her ground, show him that he no longer had power over her. That name was hers, and she would reclaim it, on her terms.
With a final glance around the room, she slung the bag over her shoulder and headed downstairs. It was time to face whatever lay ahead, to forge a new path for herself—one where she could finally be free from the ghosts of her past, and from the man who had tried to keep her chained to them. __________________________
