CHAPTER SIXTEEN: MY DIEGO

VALENTINA’S POV

I was that insecure quiet girl who constantly watched a lonely boy through the slits of the curtains, that maid’s daughter who constantly wondered why a rich boy like my mother’s employers son Diego Fernandez never appeared to be happy. He was always so glum, sad like he would give anything not to be a part of the family from which was his.

I could never understand the sad look on his face, the long sighs, the worried lines on a face so young until that day I saw his face pulled him away kicking and screaming after beating him with a leather belt after tying him up.

I did not see Diego again for three days until I accompanied my mother that dark Sunday night. I was not sure who we were taking all those many food to, I was not sure who needed that much food, I had not even known that the mansion had a dungeon until that day.

Mom and I walked through a dark scary underground stairwell which continued for the longest time, the air got thicker with