Janet Rivera's POV
"How did you get in?" I mumbled trying to act tough. Whatever fright I had for her will be no more, she is nothing, she can't do anything to me as long as I have Nathan.
"You need to learn to lock the front door." She stated as she walked around the living room as if she owns it. "Did you hear your mother begging? What a worthless little woman she was. How helpless she is now. She is alive not death, got quite a power. She never deserved my brother; she was a bitch!" She hissed as a new emotion went through me. Anger. How dare she?
This woman was a psychopath, she thinks she is winning this when she is not. I have Nathan and then I will find my mother and this devil would be send to jail. She can do nothing. I kept telling myself as I faced her and looked her dead in the eyes.
"Enjoying your life in the luxury, huh? Got anything for your aunt? No?" I glared at her as she walked towards me with a glint in her eyes.