Rosita’s POV
As the woman approached, I instinctively yanked the car door open, shrinking back in my seat. But the woman simply smiled, her gaze warm and delightful.
"Don't be scared, Mami, I won't hurt you," she soothed, reaching out to pull me from the jeep. "Are you here to try out to be Lord Romano's queen, too?"
I furrowed my brow in confusion, unsure of who this "Romano" character was. But before I could speak, the woman was already at my side, pulling the door wide open.
"Come on, don't be shy," she urged, her grip tightening around my wrist. "You are so beautiful, Mami. With you among the other contestants, there is a 100% chance Lord Romano will pick you!"
"I am not here for—" I opened my mouth to protest, but the woman pressed on, dragging me from the car and leading me toward the back of the growing line. The women were all half naked, with their boobs and asses on full display, while some of them were retouching their makeup.
Suddenly, a lady bumped into me from behind, causing me to stagger forward and collide with the woman in front of me. The stranger turned around, her heavily made-up eyes narrowing in a glare.
"What's your problem, Perra?!?" she yelled, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Can't you see where you are going? We are all lining up here, if you wanted to go inside so badly, you should have come earlier!"
I opened my mouth to apologize, but another woman intervened. "Oh my god, this is cheating!" she cried. "What's a witch like her doing in the line? She is going to steal the boss's heart!"
The woman in front of me scoffed. "That's not fair! They didn't tell us they were bringing in a woman who's practically a goddess to compete with us, she might as well join a beauty pageant!"
The outburst drew the attention of the surrounding women, and soon, they were all turning their fury on me.
"It's not fair!" they complained. "She meets all the beauty standards of Mexico: olive skin, curvy body shape, dark hair, especially with natural full lips and expressive eyes. Some of us are even wondering if she is even human!"
I felt my stomach somersault with discomfort under the attack of attention. This was the first time I had experienced such intense scrutiny, and it sent uneasy memories flooding my mind.
The world began to spin, my vision blurring as the women's voices combined into a harsh hullabaloo. The memory of my stalker from years ago flashed through my consciousness, and I found myself gasping for air, my hands flying to my ears in a desperate attempt to block out the noise.
"Say something, puta! She is just another crazy bitch!" someone shouted.
And then, a thick coat fell over my face, the weight of a hand on my shoulder guiding me away from the commotion. I recognized the sensation of Silvia's heels beside me, and relief flooded my system.
When the coat was finally removed, I found myself face-to-face with Silvia's stormy expression.
"Why didn't you listen to me and stay in the fucking car?" she shouted, her voice all sharp edges. "What made you think you could stand a chance against those ladies? You are not even Romano's type, even if you are beautiful. He likes bad bitches like me, not innocent little girls like you."
Silvia's outburst crashed over me, but her words barely registered. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as the memory of my stalker threatened to overwhelm me. The air around us seemed as thick as the ocean; it was hard to breathe.
Silvia's eyes widened in surprise. "Why the hell are you crying?" she demanded.
My lips parted, my left eye twitching as I tried to speak, but no sound came out. Silvia let out a frustrated sigh.
"Forget it," she muttered, shoving me back into the jeep.
I sat in silence, my gaze fixed on some invisible point in the distance. All I could think of was my father—his solid presence, his soothing words that had always been my anchor. And Dolores, my best friend, whose absence left an aching void.
In this unfamiliar, unfriendly world, I had never felt more alone. I longed for the safety and comfort of my golden cage, where the only battles I faced were my own desires for freedom.
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With a heavy heart, I struggled back into the mansion alongside Silvia, feeling the weight of the day's events pressing down upon me. All I wanted was to retreat to the comfort of a quiet room, to escape the spinning mess that had so abruptly upset my protected existence.
But as I moved to climb the stairs, Deangelo's deep, commanding voice cut through the air.
"And where are you going, little peasant?" he demanded.
Reluctantly, I turned, my gaze finding him standing beside the massive dining table, a group of his henchmen, including Hugo, already seated and eating.
When I failed to respond, Deangelo's voice took on an edge of anger. "Answer me when I'm talking to you. You just returned from your first mission, and you haven't even given me a briefing. Are you ignoring me? No commoner has the right to ignore me, I do the ignoring."
I swallowed hard, temporarily forgetting that I was no longer in the safety of my father's home. But I toughened my nerves, meeting his piercing gaze.
"I don't want to talk to you or anyone right now," I declared. "I just want to be left alone." Turning to Silvia, I added, "And I wasn't the one who carried out the mission. You should ask her about it."
Hugo cut in, backing up my statement. "Yes, she is right. Silvia went with the beauty, even though you made it clear you wanted only her to go. Whenever you are not around, Papi, she tends to act like the boss and forgets I'm the second-in-command."
Silvia opened her mouth to protest, but Deangelo silenced her with a raised finger, his voice soft as he approached her.
"Is what Hugo saying true?" he questioned, his voice silky as velvet. "Did you really go with the little peasant?"
Silvia reluctantly nodded. "Uh, it… It was only because she couldn't drive. She has a lot to learn, she is completely useless. She literally cried after I reprimanded her. She is too soft to be one of us!"
I watched, holding my breath, as Deangelo's expression darkened. Raising his hand, he growled, "Don’t you dare forget that you were once like her, even worse, you used to work as a whore down the street and were getting beaten by your boss every day. I took pity on you and took you, don’t make me regret it."
"I-I am sorry, boss, it won’t happen again." Silvia apologized, with her head lowered.
Seeing my opportunity, I quickly turned and made to leave, but Deangelo's voice halted me once more.
"Come down and eat," he commanded. "I don't want you to faint on me again. If you truly have an eating disorder, you will have to get rid of it as long as you are within these walls."
Resigned, I climbed down the stairs and approached the dinner table, where Hugo pulled out a chair beside him for me to sit. I settled into the seat, my gaze sweeping over the display of delicious dishes before me.
My eyes landed on a steaming bowl of chicken soup, and I reached for the spoon, ready to take a bite. But as I lifted it to my lips, I noticed Deangelo's solid gaze fixed upon me, as if he was waiting for me to eat.
Slowly, I set the spoon back down, folding my hands in my lap. "What if I do have an eating disorder?" I challenged with one of my brows raised. "I'm not going to eat anything until you take me to my father. I miss him, and I clearly don’t belong here."
My defiant words were met with echoes of laughter from Silvia and Hugo. Deangelo's face flushed with anger, and he rose from his seat, his heavy footsteps echoing through the room.
"What a pity," he mocked, snatching the soup bowl from the table. "The little peasant misses her heartless father and is homesick." He tossed the spoon to the floor, then grabbed my face, forcing my mouth open. "Well, guess what? I don’t give a damn."
Before I could react, Deangelo pressed the bowl to my lips, the hot soup splashing onto my face. I struggled against his solid grip, but he continued pouring the soup into my mouth, refusing to let me savor the taste.
Silvia's happy face came into sight, her eyes burning with satisfaction. "Yes, boss," she rumbled. "Feed it to her instead, she is a baby after all."
I choked and sputtered, the hot liquid burning my tongue, but Deangelo showed no mercy, determined to force-feed me until I had no choice but to swallow.
Author’s POVThe first light of dawn painted the sky and shone on the city houses. Dolores stepped out of a taxi, hurriedly paying the driver before rushing towards the messy mansion. Her heart skipped a beat as she approached the mansion, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of the crime tape surrounding the burned-out mansion.A voice calling out to her cut through the air, and she looked up to see her boyfriend, Bruno, waving from the other side of the tape. He was part of the forensics team, standing among the uniformed officers guarding the perimeter.Dolores rushed forward, but the cops held her back, refusing to let her pass. Bruno quickly intervened, informing the officers that she was with him. Relieved, Dolores ducked under the tape and ran to her boyfriend, who spread his arms to hug her.But she did not return the gesture, tears welling in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She cried, her voice hoarse. "Is Rosie, okay?"The guilt of forgetting her best fr
Rosita’s POV I pulled up the black skinny jeans, securing them at my waist, when a sharp knock sounded at my bedroom door for the second time."I'm coming!" I called out, rolling my eyes as I headed to the entrance.Two serious-faced guards, armed with long rifles, stood outside. "Follow us," one of them ordered gruffly.Gulping, I fell into steps behind them, my mind racing with a million thoughts. How had this become my life? Just days ago, I had been happily unaware of the dangers that waited outside the cage of my father's mansion. And now, I found myself a captive, trapped in the clutches of these merciless criminals, and it all happened on my birthday.I pushed the bitter thoughts aside, focusing instead on walking through the dimly lit corridors. As we stepped into the moonlit courtyard, I spotted Deangelo standing beside a sleek, yellow Lamborghini, a phone pressed to his ear."Do whatever you have to do to secure the place, kill the people there if they refuse; I don’t give
Rosita’s POV Deangelo stepped forward, grasping my wrist. "We were just leaving," he stated firmly. But I refused to budge, the image of the lifeless body still seared into my mind. I had not yet regained my composure, the panic attack still lingered as a film of tingles on my skin. Deangelo paused, his gaze dropping to the ground where his phone lay. Squatting, he retrieved the phone, wiping the dirt from the screen. A small frown crossed his face as the phone flickered and flashed, refusing to turn on. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, then turned his attention to me. "What were you doing with my phone, little peasant?" Before I could respond, Vincenzo moved closer, grasping my hand and pressing a wet kiss onto my palm. His grey eyes roamed hungrily over my body, and he licked his lips. "You are so beautiful, Senorita," he rumbled. "You should come with me. Deangelo doesn't have the heart to love anyone, he will just treat you badly. And he has a personality disorder
Author’s POV Stefano stormed into the spacious office of his boss, a balding, white-bearded man seated on an expensive couch, a glass of liquor in hand. Another man sat across from him, the two engaged in a fit of laughter. As Stefano entered, the humor on his boss's face instantly fell. "What are you doing in my office when I didn't summon you?" he demanded. "I remember telling you I don’t like you barging into my office without knocking, didn't I?" Stefano's gaze narrowed, shifting accusingly to the other man. "So, this is what you meant when you said you were 'busy'? I told you I had an emergency, Senor!" His boss raised a hand. "Lower your voice. I'm sorry for lying to you. Take a seat, and let's talk this out." Turning to the other man, he said, "Leave. We will catch up later." The man opened his mouth to protest, but a harsh glare from Stefano's boss silenced him. With a submissive sigh, he drained the remainder of his glass and shrugged on his suit jacket, has
Rosita’s POV I strolled out of the bathroom, my freshly washed hair wrapped in a towel turban. Crossing the room, I pulled open the closet, my eyes landing on the collection of fashionable clothing I had gotten the previous night. Though I was unaccustomed to wearing revealing attire, I did choose more romantic, feminine styles—soft lace, delicate florals, and soothing pastels. Sorting through the hangers, I selected a flowing maxi dress in a pale, floral print. Slipping the dress over my head, I struggled to pull it down, the fabric seeming to cling stubbornly. Just as I was about to call out for assistance, the door burst open, the sudden movement nearly causing me to lose my balance. "Why didn't you undo the buttons first?" Silvia's voice rang out from behind me. "I—I didn't know there were buttons," I admitted awkwardly. I felt Silvia's hands at the back of my neck. "How can you be so dumb? They are at the top," she commented, her tone surprisingly gentle. "Let m
Rosita’s POVMy legs burned as I ran through the sun-kissed forest, the thick leaves whipping at my skin. I had been running for what felt like a thousand years, but I refused to slow down, even as my muscles begged for rest.The sound of Deangelo's voice calling out to me had long since faded, but I dared not rest. I had to keep moving, to put as much distance between myself and those unlawful beasts as possible. The ruthless sun beat down, burning my body, but the risk of recapture pushed me forward.As I arrived at a new part of the road, my foot caught on a stray stick, sending me tumbling to the ground. I landed with a thud in a small puddle of mud, the crash hitting my spine. Groaning, I tried to push myself up, but my limbs refused to cooperate. Collapsing back into the dirt, I surrendered to exhaustion, slipping into an uneasy sleep.The sound of heavy footsteps revived me, and I opened my eyes to a night sky blanketed with stars. The ground was trembling, and I felt a growing
Author’s POV Dolores trembled, the sounds of muffled moans pulling her from her sleep. Sitting up, she winced at the throbbing in her head and the ache that filled her entire body. Glancing around, she found herself in a spacious room, dozens of men and women in their twenties and thirties scattered on the floor. Her gaze settled on a woman in front of her, her face buried in the ground as a large, Black man stood behind her, thrusting aggressively. He held her hips and rammed his large member into her tight tunnel as she screamed out in pleasure. "Oh god, oh god, don't stop!" The woman's moans were so loud that Dolores thought it was all a stupid dream. The man kept going, his balls slapping against her delicate skin. Dolores quickly averted her eyes, but the explicit sounds continued, the man ignoring her presence as he continued his brutal assault. The other occupants of the room crouched against the walls, trembling in fear as they watched the man that was fucking one of
Rosita’s POVThe foul stench of alcohol assaulted my senses, and I felt my stomach spin in disgust. The strong odor had always made me sick, reminding me of the violent outbursts that had plagued my father during his darkest days as an alcoholic.Slowly, I opened my eyes, my vision gradually adjusting to the dim lighting of the room. Trailing the source of the smell, I froze as my gaze landed on a man lying beside me, his large, plump lips parted in sleep."Ahhhh!!!"Screaming in shock, I was silenced as the man's hand clamped over my mouth, his other arm snaking around my waist. I struggled to process what was happening until the memories of the previous night came rushing back.I had fled into this man's limousine, desperate to escape Deangelo's henchmen. When I told him I had nowhere to go, he had offered to help me. And then... I had passed out after eating his food.Breathing heavily, I stared into the man's golden eyes as he shushed me, his voice low and deep. "No need to panic;
Author's POV With a growl, the guards moved towards her, each grabbing an ass cheek and pulling her open. She gasped in sweet agony, feeling their hot breath on her wet, sensitive flesh. Abruptly, she felt a tongue dart out, tasting her sex, swirling around her pink pearl. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. The other guard took his chance, burying his face between her legs, lapping at her clitoris. She caressed the strong tendons in the back of his neck, completely aroused now, feeling his hot tongue flick and lap at her folds, teasing her entrance. Silvia let out a loud sigh, closing her eyes, and letting the guards take her heaven; his fingers began a lust-arousing exploration of her soft clit. After a few moans of pleasure, the guards were both kneeling, their tongues dancing over her slit, their mouths sucking and kissing her tender flesh. She let out a low moan, feeling the tension build in her core. Her fingers gripped the rough stone walls, her hips roc
Author's POV "Move it!" Vincenzo growled, shoving Silvia forward with a force that sent her stumbling through the large doors of the mansion. She tripped on something, maybe a rogue stone or perhaps just her own exhaustion, and fell face-first into the marble floor. Her frustration manifested itself in the form of an audible groan, and she thought she saw black and white. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she tried to push herself up, but her arms felt like stone. She collapsed back onto the ground, overpowered. Vincenzo’s heavy footsteps circled her body. "Get up, you lazy bitch. You still have a lot of ground to cover." Silvia shrieked as a merciless hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her upright. She clutched at his wrist, fighting against the excruciating pull on her scalp, the feeling that her hair was being torn out root by root. After what felt like a thousand years, she managed to regain her footing, wobbling unsteadily. Don Vincenzo moved in close, his
Rosita’s POV I held Dolores against my left shoulder, trying to force her to meet my gaze. "...Listen to me, mija (darling)!" But her green eyes were glued to the floor, her whole body an intense earthquake, like she was fighting a fever. "Get under the bed, mija. I won’t let those hijos de puta take you. Just do as I say, por favor." But the quivering just increased, followed by the sound— the disgusting crack of wood breaking, the door on the other side of the room giving way. A feminine voice, sharp and filled with hatred, cut through the air. "Perra! Open the fucking door now, don't let me come in there!" Dolores flinched, a shiver running through her spine that I could feel even through my own clothes. I frowned, realizing it was that whore, the one who had been torturing her. My grip tightened on the pistol I was holding, the cold metal an assurance for revenge. A rush of strength came to Dolores, and her anguish lessened. She sat up and swiftly dove under the bed.
Rosita’s POV My fingers were slippery on the gun grip, but I held it tight, my glare locked on Fernando. His golden eyes were bloodshot, a mad sparkle in those normally golden orbs. It looked like he wanted to tear me apart and swallow me whole. The way he slowly, deliberately wrapped that leather whip around his right wrist, it was meant to intimidate me, to scare me, but I wouldn't let him. I raised the gun a bit higher, keeping it steady and aimed directly at his chest. "Get out!" I declared, my voice dark and full of unspoken threats. "Get out, or I swear I will shoot you." Fernando raised his left hand, an indirect gesture, and the goons behind him seethed in anger. One of them, a monster with a shaved head, actually foamed at the mouth. "Boss, just say the word, and I will put her down!" he hissed. A grumble cut through the air. "What the hell is going on here?" It was Bruno, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He pointed a trembling finger at Fernando and his men. "
Deangelo's POVAn intolerable pain shot through my chest, a sharp, stabbing pain that stole my breath. I gasped, my body convulsing as I forced myself to sit up. A wave of dizziness crashed over me, blurring my vision.As my sight cleared, I glanced down at my arm. Medical tubes were connected to my veins, feeding liquids into my system. My entire chest was wrapped in bandages, and memories of the violence I had endured flooded my mind.I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I was in a moving plane, but it wasn’t my private jet. The interior was unfamiliar, the furnishings thin and down-to-earth. I was in a separate cabin, small and restricted. There was no one around me, no familiar face to offer comfort or explanation.Driven by a desperate need to understand what had happened, I grasped the tube connected to my arm and yanked it free, ignoring the sharp sting as it tore from my skin. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, testing my strength. My body ached as
Author’s POV"Why didn’t you let me out? I could have helped him. If he dies, it’s on you! I thought that he was your stepson, but it seems that I was wrong," Silvia yelled, her voice loud with accusation as she glared at Ximena.Ximena had her back to Silvia as she was digging through the randomly packed boxes inside the closed moving freight container. The air was sour and filled with the scent of gunpowder and explosives.She paused, a small smile gracing her lips. "There is a lot you don't know about me, little girl. If I could abduct my own husband and torture him, there is no telling what I could do.""I knew you were heartless," Silvia responded, "But not this heartless. What if Deangelo dies because of this? Do you think you would go scot-free if I tell the world that you were the one that murdered him?"Don Vincenzo, who had been pacing impatiently, stopped and walked over to Silvia, his face a mask of irritation. "Ma, should I just tie her mouth shut? She is talking too much
Rosita's POVMy stomach rumbled, an excruciating pain that had become an endless companion. I had been lying there for over twenty-four hours, without food, without water, without any sign of human contact.The room beneath me, the one with Dolores and the awful men, was empty now, an unbearable reminder of my helplessness. Fernando hadn't returned; he hadn't checked on me since he had spoken his last threats to me, leaving me to rot in this prison. As the hot morning sun flooded through the window, tossing a harsh glare across my face, I knew I couldn't stay there any longer.Whatever plan Fernando had for me, it couldn't be good.I scanned the room, my eyes searching for any way to escape. My eyes stopped at a wooden stool in the corner of the room with a large vase on top of it. A weird, unfamiliar flower bloomed inside, its petals an unusual shade of purple. I didn't care what it was; it was my only hope.Taking a couple of deep breaths, I began to crawl across the floor, my movem
Deangelo's POV Isabella carefully examined each phone, her slender fingers tracing the edges, her eyes scanning for any sign of tampering. The silence in the room was fat, broken only by her heavy breathing. "Um...there is nothing, boss," she finally said, shaking her head. "They all seem clean and untouched." I ran a hand through my hair, frustration chafing at my skin. A wire, a camera… there had to be something. How else could she have anticipated my every move? How else could that evil bitch have slipped through my fingers time and again? "Check the house," I ordered, my jaw thrust out. "Every room, every corner, look for anything out of the ordinary, leave no stone unturned until you find it. Anything that could explain this...this mess." The henchmen scattered across the room, walking off into the mansion's corridors, their footsteps echoing in the empty rooms. I remained in the living room, staring at the scattered boxes, a sense of helplessness crashing over me. My
Deangelo's POV I slid down the thick rope, the rough strings biting into my gloved hands, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Landing silently on the trimmed grass, I took in the surroundings, it was a low-priced mansion located in the middle of nowhere, so this was my stepmother’s secret hideout. The courtyard was covered in the warm light of the moon and also external lights. Heavily armed guards patrolled the perimeter, their eyes scanning the darkness with caution. They were well-trained experts, but none of them had spotted me yet. Silvia's voice popped in my earpiece. "Boss, can you clear the courtyard alone? Do you need backup?" I pressed a finger against the earpiece, whispering, "I don't need your help. If I do, I will let you know. Have you forgotten what I'm capable of?" "Sorry, boss. Just… finish the job." she replied. I hummed in response, the excitement building in my gut. I pulled out one of the katanas strapped to my back, the sharp blade shiny in the moon