Guided by Love
The Narrative
Who was she before she led an empire with love, guided by the Divine?
This is Lola, the Queen Pin.
A student at a research university at a campus in the heart of Medellin, Lola, a stunning young woman, daughter of a senator and a doctor, was bred for a gilded life. Innocent, though—not yet jaded, she fell madly in love with a local politician on the rise to success. Though his charisma and persuasion often manifested as manipulative self-interest, she helplessly followed him down a dark path toward power that led to the evolution of a narco empire within which she would ultimately reign as queen.
Bathed in a lavish life, Lola’s commitment to her husband, her superstar, was unwavering. Despite the abuse and the blind eye she turned to his infidelity, she was his treasure. Until he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, he sheltered her from the brutal details of all his job entailed. As he grew weaker, he began to whisper the cartel’s dark secrets into her ear. On the night of his passing, she curled next to him, head pressed against his chest, her fingers intertwined with his, clenching his hand with all of her strength. Guided by the only kind of love she knew, she swore she would do anything, even the unspeakable, to honor his legacy.
A year had passed, and Lola kept her promise. Her grief, stunted by the fear of undoing all her husband had created, led her to revel in power-laden euphoria instead. Heads rolled at her behest; she tested a fate that she thought she could defy. Her heart, once anchored in love, had drifted into a black abyss, and blinded by opulence, an empire crumbled beneath her.
Lola reclined in the king-size bed of her coveted seaside Tulum mansion, her eyes fixed on the waves that crashed against a rocky shore. Thunder rolled, and lightning danced hauntingly beyond the glazed walls. Her most trusted sicario turned-lover had left the room to take a call. Startled by a crack of thunder, Lola sat erect in cold dread. Her heart pounded to the beat of her lover’s footsteps as he marched back to the room in which they lay. Her eyes were met with the barrel of a gun she once wielded. He gave her a moment to accept her fate, and she swallowed as he pulled back the slide and let it click into place. In silent prayer, she begged for her soul to be guided by love.
…and in a new form, in a new light, she was given an opportunity to exist within a different set of rules.
Stay golden, island superstar.
You’re a treasure,
a forever evolving soul on life’s great adventure.
Anchor your heart in kindness and compassion.
Let grace guide you
because with love at the helm,
you’ll never lose your Way.