Donna_Stone22

Rosalia Nuñes is wrongfully kidnapped by the powerful Leonardo Sal. A ridiculously hot, despicable man who cares for no one but himself. With all attempts to escape him, she must learn how to survive, stay true to herself and prevent the hatred for him from consuming her. Will she ever see the man behind the façade, or will she kill him at the first chance she gets? Moreover, two worlds collide, when betrayal, secrets, violence, passion, and power surface.
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Now she knows where she stands.  "One day I am his everything and the next I am nothing."  Luena's words singing at the back of her head.  The man embedded in her brain is fucked up in so many ways.  Every moment they spend was an illusion.  He is full of shit.  "Liar...".  This whole time he has been laughing behind her back.  "I will be the second person you send to a mental institution."  Ruining her life purposefully. And all for what?  Because he has the power to.  Who gave him the right to play GOD?  "I swear, if I make it out of this alive, I am going to kill you imbecile."  He is selfish and doesn't deserve anything.  "I hate you so much Leonardo!"  Her brain screams to depart from her body. She is about to lose her baby because of him. There is only so much the body can take...

Remember To Blink

The clock slowly ticks than its usual pace. A quick glance lands on his watch,laying on his back on the prison bed staring at the ceiling. Alonso’s words circulates around the corners of the small room. His face pulls at the thought of Alonso possibly liking her. Vivid images of him manipulating her body like playing with strings on a guitar tenses him, her soft touch embedded under his skin and her pure eyes begging him to hold her— 


“That damn woman! She managed to fool Alonso but not me.” Closing his eyes, he reminisces. 


Rose on the other hand is standing at the window of the guest room. She can’t stomach the thought that he is confined like some degenerate. But why Rose? She should be glad he is locked up. . .Judging from her stooped head,not so much. 


A melancholic wind is encircling her. Lost, nothing appears to be meaningful. The exchange of terrible words and shouting is rather more bearable than his absence. “Big jerk—” She places a hand over her aching chest. 


Chapter 14