This story begins with a beautiful curvy brunette, filled with anger and frustration at seeing the man who once treated her like a queen strip her of everything after finding her in bed with another man. Tired of searching for a way to return to her former life without success, one of her employees suggests seeking help from a witch who specializes in love spells that can bend pride and willpower until she can control him at her whim.

The stunning woman finds this a brilliant idea, smiling as she gets into her car with her employee, directing her on how to get to a town outside the city. They arrive at a somewhat dilapidated hut, surrounded by a beautiful natural landscape.

The woman thinks twice before dirtying her fine heels but considers her desire to make him suffer for her, which is enough to embolden her as she steps onto the ground and enters the hut to meet the old woman who resides there. After conversing and persuading the elder, she manages to get the woman to agree, who asks for a few objects to make her spell effective.

A photo of the person to be enchanted, their underwear, hair, and the woman's urine.

The old woman explains to her why she requires these items.

The photo: so the spell is directed specifically at him and the conjuration focuses on that person.

Underwear: it makes it more intimate, involving him in a sexual realm where she will dominate him, desiring her so much that it will become his greatest agony.

Hair: this will help her control his vitality, keeping his mind and desires solely for her, so he won't eat or sleep unless he can see or feel her warmth.

Urine: it will make him bow before her, as urine, being a fluid from her body, reflects her intimacy, making the spell more effective.

The woman smiles with satisfaction as she listens to the old woman.

The next day, she returns with the items and plenty of money for the elder. The woman takes the items, using the boxer shorts of our dear mafioso to create a voodoo doll, tying it up all over and sticking pins into it, placing it on an altar filled with candles and herbs, laying the photo down and beginning to recite prayers while using the items, until she pours the urine over the doll, smoking a cigar and exhaling a puff of smoke from her mouth.

Upon completing the spell, she is handed a vial with a potion that will enhance the spell, with the elder warning her.

Though the enchantment is powerful, it is not eternal, depending on how strong the will of the person whom the spell is cast upon is.

Thus begins this story, intertwining two completely different worlds, wrapped in the danger, seduction, cruelty, and adrenaline of the mafia, with the mysticism of witchcraft, white magic, and black magic. Two worlds full of temptation and perversion come together, each representing opposite poles.

On one side stands a cold, reckless man, respected by all, known as the Prince of the mafia, who cannot find a cure for his ailment, seeking every doctor who might relieve his agonizing pain and despair, which he considers his greatest torment.

On the other side is a beautiful redhead who detests having her gift; she has fled from everything that ties her to that world. However, thanks to her work as a pastry chef, she has managed to get by, running a unique business helping people with her very aura. She knows her desserts have a 24-hour effect, bringing whatever that person needs—luck, courage, calm, happiness. Each dessert has a special name; she only uses white magic and refuses to use black magic, though she harbors a secret and has protected herself from falling in love; she has tied her heart to prevent it, despite possessing natural beauty and a radiant aura.

What will happen when these worlds collide?

Who will break the spell of the heart? Or will a love spell be born?

I invite you into this new story filled with emotions, passions, or at least to venture into my world...

I don't know how much longer I can bear this agony and despair for that damned woman. I don't know what's wrong with me, feeling this anguish and desperation, the pain of feeling her absence. I can't eat, sleep, or find peace because I hear her voice calling me. My body wants to obey her, like a dog following its master. The more I resist, the more pain I feel, it's an agonizing pain that brings no peace or tranquility. At night, my torture comes with the desire to go and find her, but I refuse to surrender to her, so I prefer to die from this pain, feeling as if a thousand pins are piercing my body, a pain that makes me writhe, something pressing down on me. My friend Hector, who's like a brother to me, takes care of me, even tying me to the bed so I won't go looking for her, or putting a bullet in my head just to find peace.

I've been to the best doctors, neurologists, psychiatrists, every kind of doctor there is, but I haven't found a cure for my ailment. I feel like I'm going crazy any minute now. I have dark circles under my eyes, I've lost weight, I feel tired, without energy, and little by little I feel my energy draining away. I just want a damn cure and to put an end to this ordeal.

But I have to pretend I'm fine, especially so my parents don't find out, and even more so my enemies. I'm Alex Russell Manrique, the eldest son of one of the most powerful mafia families. My father, Axel Russell, is known as "The Monarch," and together with my mother, Luiana Manrique, and my two brothers, we are an empire in the mafia, but I don't want them to know about my condition. Just then, Nana enters my room, full of concern because I haven't been able to eat anything.

Nana: Son, can I talk to you?

You know I've been your Nana since you were a baby. I haven't left your side since the Red Queen hired me, and you're like a son to me. But I'm very worried. I know you're trying to be strong, but I get more and more concerned about your condition every day. I talked to someone I trust about your case, and we've come to the same conclusion. Now I'm more certain than ever that someone is putting a curse on you. It must have been that woman. That's why I contacted an old acquaintance who's coming first thing tomorrow. He's a shaman, and I know he'll help you. Doctors can't cure this.

Alex: (Hopeful) I'm willing to do anything to get out of this agony. I don't care who it is, as long as I can go back to being the person I was. I don't like what I'm becoming, but if that woman is involved, I'll make her feel twice as bad, or worse (feeling angry). - As my Nana strokes my hair, because even though I feel desperate, I know it will get worse soon, because it gets worse at night. The marks on my wrists are more evident.

—Nana, you know you're my second mother — I say, leaning on her shoulder as she caresses my back.

After a horrible night full of pain, all I have left is the hope that this shaman can help me get out of this.

As I wait in the living room, I see an elderly man dressed in white, very simple, with a small bag, approaching and talking to Nana.

Hector: Are you sure about this? - he asks, intrigued, as he sits down and watches the old man enter.

Alex: I think Nana might be right. The doctors haven't done anything; every test I take comes back fine. This is very strange. At this point, I'll cling to anything to put an end to this. - I emphasize, looking at him as he pats my shoulder, until I see the old man in front of me. I felt a certain skepticism at first, as the man studied me from head to toe.

Nana: This is Lazaro. I know he'll help us (hopeful).

Alex: Nice to meet you. I hope you can help me. This is my friend Hector.

Hector: Nice to meet you, sir. - He extends his hand, which Mr. Lazaro shakes politely as the man observes me.

Lazaro: Can we go somewhere more private? - he asks seriously.

—They can come too — he adds.

Alex: Of course, follow me. But can you tell me what's wrong with me? - I ask, a little desperate, but without showing it too much. After all, he's a man I barely know. We start going up to my room, while he observes everything. Upon entering my room, he makes a certain gesture that intrigues me, as if he'd perceived something.

We all go in while he observes everything. He takes out a bracelet and starts praying something I don't understand. But he motions for me to come closer. While he recites prayers and chants that only he understands, I watch with skepticism and intrigue.

My Nana and my friend watch expectantly.

The man stands in front of me and looks at me with a concern that frightens me.

Lazaro: What I feared from the moment I walked in and saw you: they are working on you with powerful, dark magic. This person wants you for herself, wants to break your spirit, wants you to not eat or sleep. The more you resist, the more you will suffer... until she makes your heart stop. That's why you feel as if you have needles in your body, something pressing on you, that doesn't let you rest, day or night (seriously).

Alex: I feel my heart racing. It's the first time in months that someone understands how I feel.

—Can you help me? I'll give you whatever you want.—

Lazaro: I'm not here for your money. I'm here for your Nana; I owe her something. I'll be with you, I'll do everything I can to help you alleviate this, but I can't cure you. - He takes my hand and opens it.

This magic they're using on you is very powerful, and only the person who cast the spell or someone directly related to her can free you. But I only know one person who can do this kind of thing. You must find old Hilda Montenegro. For me to free you, I can only purify your body and your room, give you crutches to help you cope until you find Hilda and convince her to free you. This will give you temporary relief, but it will not cure you. I see that the person who did this is a woman with black hair. She wants you under her control, or dead, but don't seek revenge yet. I know what you're thinking, and you know it's because you only desire her.

He walks around my room, takes my pillow, and pulls something out of it that surprises us all. He starts to light candles and herbs from his bag while he chants, then gives me two amulets: two bracelets with black beads, one on my left foot and one on my hand, on the same side. Meanwhile, Hector orders my men to find Hilda Montenegro as soon as possible...

In a luxurious room, there is a black-haired woman named Fernanda, impatient to see the hours pass. "The Prince" has not arrived. At first, the woman laughed at her feat of having him dominated and at her mercy. She liked to see him beg to the point of making him kiss her feet just so they could be together and seek some relief for his illness. She enjoyed it because very soon she would have what she wanted, but she did not count on the willpower of "The Prince" being greater in order not to give in to his impulses, plus the power of his pride, he prefers pain than to be subdued before that woman.

The desperate woman has done everything. All the rituals that the old woman told her step by step in order to regain control over him and make him suffer to such an extent that if he is not hers, he will not be anyone else's. The woman, full of impatience and frustration, seeing the hours go by and he has not come to see her for a month. The hours pass, dawn arrives in her fan of a new day, but her victim did not come, which makes her take off her sexy lingerie and dress sportily, rushing down the steps to get into her car at full speed, full of anger in search of the old woman, to solve her problem. Upon arriving and visualizing the old woman's hut, even in the darkness of dawn, the first roosters were already crowing, she arrives and gets out of her car and desperately knocks on the old woman's door, which opens in her pajamas and all her hair disheveled and a little bewildered by the woman knocking on the door as if she wanted to knock it down.

Hilda: What disrespect is this woman to come here like this?

But the woman enters practically pushing the old woman to enter the hut.

Fernanda: You cheated on me, it is not working, he has not even looked for me, a month has passed and nothing has been done, everything you told me to the letter and it does not work!

The woman was full of anger and impatience, while the old woman remained calm.

Hilda: I warned you that everything depended on the will of the man, that is no longer my problem, the work is done, girl, so go back where you came from.

The woman says trying to get the woman out without success.

Fernanda: I will not leave! I want him to suffer more until he dies. You have to do it, that's why I gave you a lot of money. So I want him dead.

Losing control to achieve her goal.

Hilda: You insolent girl! I did my job, that spell is very powerful, it could kill him, those are my limits and I will not fulfill the tantrum of a girl like you. Get out of here, because if you don't, you will regret messing with me, and keep in mind that what you do to that man can be returned to you threefold.

The woman, tired of not getting anything from the old woman, makes the worst mistake because of her impulse and anger, taking a knife that was on the table along with cut grass, without even thinking, she plunges the knife into the old woman, while the old woman spills blood from her mouth and falls lifeless on the ground, instantly realizing what she had done, she panics when she sees the lifeless body of the old woman, dropping the knife, while she looks at her hands stained with blood going into total panic takes the candles to set fire to the palm of the roof of the hut so that the fire itself eliminates any evidence of the old woman's death, the place begins to be consumed by the flames and leaves the place at full speed until she stops, she removes her blood-stained sweatshirt and cleans the blood from her hands to hide it in a place full of dirty water and leave trying to appear as normal as possible.

Hours later, the Prince's mansion

After receiving the amulets, doing all the rituals that Lazaro made me do, I felt more relief, I managed to pass some food, but I just hope that Hector and my men find the witch's location.

While Nana assigns Lazaro a room where he can rest, because he traveled all night to get here, I reviewed papers to distract myself for a while, but I fell asleep to be woken up by Hector who brought the witch's address, so I immediately sent for Lazaro to go to that town, I got my men ready to go to that place when we arrived we asked for directions until we reached that place and were shocked because the whole place was burned to ashes, while we all looked at each other without knowing what to say, until we found the charred body of the woman, while Lazaro was saying prayers for her soul and I was just thinking how she freed me from this if my only solution was dead.

Alex: What do we do now?

Worried looking at Lazaro.

Lazarus: We must find someone of her bloodline to do it for her, if I'm not mistaken I think there is a granddaughter, she is our only solution, but I don't know anything about her.

Hector: Friend, I will not rest until I find her, so that I can cure you.

While I take his shoulder.

Lazarus: For now I will help you with the rituals and the amulets, that will ease you, but it worries me that if any of them break your pain will be double we must find it as soon as possible before that happens, it is your only salvation , only she will free you.

Alex: Hector, I entrust you to find out what happened here, it is very strange that this happened right now, and look for everything that has to do with the witch, we must find the granddaughter. We must find out if she is my salvation or my only hope before this kills me. Be careful as the Montalvo Clan seeks our defeat and cleans this up ...