The night gleamed like sin wrapped in gold.From the outside, the YBA Charity Gala was everything the press dreamed of—crystal chandeliers, designer gowns and champagne towers that sparkled under flashing lights.

But I knew better. The laughter, the camera clicks, the murmurs of deals made and lives destroyed—this was no celebration.

This was a trap, for nobody else but me. Alejandro had said earlier on, that he'll use this event as an opportunity to finally get hold of me.

And as a ...