Chapter Eighteen

Author Pov

Rose looked around the small, empty room, thinking of a possible escape. She was running out of time, as she could feel it.

Her long, dark, thick eyelashes laid back down against her cheeks as she closed her eyes. Trying so hard to find a way out of this mess she got herself into.

Rico was in the other room, and she couldn't help but hope that he was doing alright. The last thing she wanted right now was to let someone get hurt because of her foolishness.

Taking a deep breath, she looked around the room one last time to check if there was even a possible little hole she could look through.

The room looks so deserted, like it hasn't been used in a long time; dust covers the entire place. She couldn't help but thank her lucky stars that her eye blindness was later taken off after so much plea.

She was stubborn, but her uncle was heartless; he really did not expect her to make a fuss after keeping her hostage and planning to kill her.

She looked down at her now-loose hands and