Zombie 4: The Mexican Maid

Mariana was a stunning Mexican beauty with smooth olive skin and striking long black hair. Everyone who saw her found her impossible to resist. Her sultry smile and confident walk captivated everyone's attention, leaving a trail of admirers in her wake. Her eyes, the color of rich cocoa, entranced those who gazed into them, leaving every woman desiring to be her.

If my ex-husband had left me for someone who looked like her, I might have understood his betrayal. But the woman that I painted was just a mere illusion, a fantasy; his new wife was the total opposite.

Despite being much younger than him and the same age as our oldest daughter, Mariana set her sights on what she thought was a wealthy entrepreneur. She refused to let our marriage be an obstacle to her goals; in fact, it only fueled her determination.

Her true appearance is an empty vessel of a deeply hurt woman. Her heart carries a seething resentment that left her bitter and an obsession for control. In fact, Mariana was not an attractive woman. Her full lips curved in a knowing smirk that hints at the depths of her wicked desires.

At a lavish hotel where Mariana served as a maid, fate brought the two together in a whirlwind of desire. There was an indescribable magnetism between them, a dark, sinister force that seemed to ignite a fiery lust within their souls. Their connection was intoxicating, almost otherworldly, as if they were both possessed by the same demon of desire.

Mariana harbors a fierce determination to secure her green card, viewing it as the key to unlocking a world of abundance and power fit for a queen.

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