M O R Y A H -I

Beauty is a curse on this world. It blinds us, keeps us from recognizing who the true monsters are. If only María Bianchi had understood that sooner, she would have given anything never to meet Hassane Moryah's gaze.

María was the kind of woman who believed in love the way others believe in God with devotion, with passion, with dangerous innocence. Her whole life she had been rocked by the promise of it, convinced that love could save, heal, transcend. And through all those years, one name pulsed like a sacred truth inside her chest his. Hassane. A tender, burning obsession that had followed her since high school.

So when, at last, his eyes fell on her, María thought she was watching her destiny come to life. She thought she had finally touched the miracle she'd been waiting for. But what she found in that gaze was not love.

It was the beginning of her fall.
The doorway to a hell she would never escape unscarred.
After all, seduction has always been about manipulation.