Bound For Sin (18+)

Prologue

Montserrat's POV (5 years ago)

I do.

The minute those words left my mouth I regretted them instantly. Was I ready to give my life to a monster? A vile man who enjoys hurting me physically and mentally.

Someone who rapes and abuses me at any time he deems necessary.

At first, I felt like what we had was love.

I felt like he was the one, the one I was going to grow old with and live a long happy life; he was wonderful but that thought only went so far

I grew up with such abuse in my childhood home. I never learned how a man was supposed to treat a woman. My father was a cruel and evil man, always hitting my mother and me. She'd get it worse than me though.

My sweet innocent mother deserved more than what this life had to offer her. She was an angel, someone with a beautiful smile and lovely dark chocolate eyes which could go be confused for black.

      I recall being eight and asking her why my father would treat her the way he did, and she would always tell me with her lovely yet sad empty eyes,

"Hija el amor es algo bien complicado. Aunque nos duela no debemos rendir a la persona que tanto amas, todos cometemos errores." She would say. (1)

"Pero quiero que me prometas algo mi pedacito de caramelo. Prometeme que nunca dejarás que un hombre te ponga una mano encima, si no es para aqadicarte. Mi amor tu mereces a alguien que te demuestre cuanto te ama. Alguien que te regale flores cualquier día del año, alguien que te ame con todo su ser. Quédate con el que te sorprenda llegando a casa con una cena romántica cuando sabe que estás cansada o triste. Con el que te ama y lucha todos los días. Prométemelo mi hija por favor, no quiero que sufras como yo he sufrido. El amor debe de ser maravilloso no doloroso." (2)

I remember being so confused from what she was telling me. Wasn't love supposed to be like my mommy and daddies? I thought to myself, but I still promised her because I didn't want to worry her and make her sad.

Those were her last words.

       As I got older, I started to understand what my mother meant by that.

When I turned eighteen I thought I had found "The one" cruel joke the universe played on me.

        Marcelo was your typical cliche golden boy: Golden hair, hazel eyes, and a height of 6'2. To say he was overly attractive would be an understatement.

He was every woman's prince charming, he was kind, gentle, supportive, and carefree.

Fast forward to our one year anniversary it all changed.

I was cooking his favorite Italian dish, Bistecca fiorentina and my favorite Mexican dish Oaxacan Red Chile Enchiladas with a side of Fideo de pollo; a Mexican traditional soup. I wanted this evening to be perfect.

Aside from our anniversary he also had just gotten a promotion in a company he has worked for years. Looking back to it now he never talked about his job or what he did.

I got the table ready, with some Sangiovese red wine and a candle. Everything was ready by 7:30pm, I even had my sexy red lingerie under my black long sleeved dress that reached mid thigh.

"He was supposed to be here by now, maybe he's buying me flowers" I thought out loud and laughed. "He's so romantic."

The time turned to 8:30 and he had not arrived, not even a call or text saying he was going to be late. I started getting worried "This is not like him." I thought.