LOGIN"Sealed with a kiss," I whispered softly and watched as Diego's face brightened up. Immediately his hyperness kicked in and he tried to get me to read everything in the room. Good thing Matteo and Sofia came in and saved me from him. They too were good-looking with Matteo being huge and tall while Sofia being a little bit shorter and chubby. A picture perfect family if you ask me.
On the drive back to the cabin, Diego was given a headphone to keep his focus from me while I was given a brand new phone, keys to the house, and car keys for me. But I had to sign a contract first. I had to change my surname and live with the family for three years before I could move out. I would spend three years as Diego's sister until he went to a boarding school. Then I was free to go about my life wherever I chose. Sofia explained that I was allowed to visit my actual family and they were allowed to visit me but I had to pretend to be their lost daughter. She didn't give me all the details but her return would open up a way for the family to regain all that it has lost. I didn't care much as long as it wasn't something risky so I signed the contract and the already prepared documents for the change of my name. We got to the cabin and I spent the next few days hanging out with Diego in the day and learning about their daughter in the night. It turns out that she wasn't actually their birth daughter but the daughter of his only sister who had passed away after giving birth to her. So I had to pretend to have some similarities with her. Also I would check online for any news about me and my disappearance but it seemed like I had been wiped clean from the face of the earth. I called Rita one evening, staying silent while I waited to hear her voice but we ended up having a breathing contest until I heard Finn's voice. He had told her dinner was ready while she had screamed back in reply that he "ruined her breathing game with a pervert" and then hung up. Even though it was obvious that she was with him, I was a lot relieved to know she still thought him a safe space. He was still pretending to be good to her so she was safe for now. I called back the next evening but I wasn't able to reach her. I believed she had blacklisted my number. I couldn't call Finn for fear he'd recognize the number and feel something was up so I made fake accounts and tried to stalk his socials but everything was private. Hitting a dead end with him, I went over to Jennifer's. She had posted more and more recent pictures of them together and on the proposal day, she had made a second post. The image was of the actual bride in the cartoon, Corpse Bride. It was an analogy about her being the living bride and me, the dead one. I held up my hand to my mouth. She knew that Finn had tried to kill me. She was aware of it all. I knew she never liked me but she stuck close to me because that was the only way she could get to see Finn. And in my naivety - which I deluded myself into thinking was kindness - I didn't send her away from my side, even convincing Finn to accept things she swore was good for him. She had sworn she was over him and although I didn't believe her, I felt there was nothing she could do about it. Turns out there was. First, she pretended to be drunk and kissed Finn in my presence. Then she came to the house and knelt in the sun all day, begging me to leave him. Finally, she had sent me a doctored video of her in bed with him, not knowing he had returned early from his trip and was making dinner for me. She was great at petty tricks but orchestrating my murder and convincing Finn to do it himself was on another level. Finn would pay for what he did to me but I had to make Jennifer suffer first. So much that she'd wish for death."Be careful, Princesa, what you wish for. You may not be able to pay the price for it." Nehemiah's words rang in my ears and I struggled to discern the meaning but in between the rhythmic snip-snip of Abuela’s gardening shears on the terrace and my own jumbled thoughts, it felt impossible. "You’re daydreaming again, Rhea," Abuela said without looking up from her prize-winning hydrangeas. "I was thinking about something," I replied, smoothing the silk of my dress. "Matteo sent a letter from Switzerland," she said, her voice dropping into that low, regal vibrato. "Diego is top of his class. He’s asking when his sister is coming to visit." A pang of genuine warmth hit my chest. Diego was the only pure thing left in my life. Even Rita has slowly drifted away from me. I couldn't blame her though, we were miles apart. Once I traveled back to the US, I'd search for and reunite with her. "Soon," I murmured. "Once the gala is over." "The gala," Abuela echoed, finally turning to
We both have a long day ahead of us." That was the last thing I heard Nehemiah say before he drifted off to sleep. Then, he began the loudest, most terrible snore I've ever heard in my life. So much for someone who hates to hear someone snore. The hum of the computer fan was the first thing I heard when I woke up. It was a low, consistent drone that anchored me to the reality of the previous night. For a few seconds, I stared at the underside of the top bunk's mattress, hoping the story about Gabriella, Matteo, and the faked death was just a fever dream brought on by too much cheap tequila. Then, the bed shifted below me. "If you’re staring at the ceiling hoping for an exit strategy, there isn't one," Nehemiah’s voice rasped. It was deeper in the morning, scratchy with sleep but still carrying that edge of unearned confidence. I rolled over and peered over the edge of the bunk. He was sitting up, rubbing the back of his neck. His dark hair was a mess, and he looked surprisin
I puked right on Nehemiah's chest. A frown etched itself onto his face. I squeezed my eyes shut, faking a blackout. He stayed silent, his breathing and steps remaining terrifyingly steady as he walked. I didn't dare move—I didn't even dare to exhale—fearing he’d unleash his anger the moment I showed a sign of life. Even as the bile began to dry, tacky and cold against my skin, I endured it. I felt a shift in his stride as he began climbing stairs. After a few minutes, he lowered me into the hard, cold basin of a bathtub. "I know you're conscious, Princesa," he whispered. His breath fanned against my neck, a reminder of exactly how close he was. "Wash yourself. Unless, of course, you want me to do it for you." My eyes shot open. My cheeks burned with a sudden, frantic heat. He smirked in satisfaction, tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, and stood up. "I'll get you something to wear." The moment he disappeared, I scrambled out of the tub and bolted for the door, twisting th
I had won a jackpot in a lottery I didn't even sign up for. "Welcome to La Casa De Garcia," Diego whispered softly, pulling me out of my reverie. I put my phone away, my mouth agape in awe as the limo drove into the driveway of a magnificent private estate. As the gravel crunched under the tires of the sleek black SUV, I started to feel a sense of trepidation. Now that I was going to be in the presence of someone as powerful as the grand matriarch of the Garcia family, my heart couldn't stop racing for fear that I'd give myself out as an impostor. The vehicle rounded the final bend of the driveway, and the trees parted to reveal a mansion. I stepped out of the car, staring at it with awe, and in all its full glory, the mansion stared down at me. It wasn't just a house; it was a cathedral of limestone and glass, glowing amber in the twilight. Twin grand staircases swept up to a massive mahogany door, and rows of tall, arched windows reflected the manicured gardens like polished
"That young gentleman carries extreme guilt and deep longing. There's nothing that can't be worked out. The love you both have for each other is deep and true. Don't let it slip." The ride home was quiet. I had my eyes looking out the window as the taxi sped through traffic. This city in which I had spent most of my life in now seemed so big and strange, probably due to the fact that this would be my last time here for a while. And the fact that I had to leave my sister in the care of someone who had tried to kill me was eating me up. If only my mom was here. But she wasn't. She was stuck in an asylum where all she did each day was stare. She never spoke nor did she show that she could hear. They said her mind got broken after Dad's death and there was no way to fix it but I think maybe she just wasn't there anymore. I paid her fees yearly instead of monthly and even though she woul
"I'll miss you too, Pinocchio." Rita said, gently patting my back. I swallowed hard and my heart rate increased briefly. Pinocchio was a nickname she chose to call me because it rhymed with hers - Pistachio. Now that I had begun to lie to her, it seemed very fitting for me. We stayed in the hug for quite a while. It wasn't up to five minutes but it felt like forever, and it strengthened my resolve. And when we finally broke away, I ached for a do over. She, though, was more interested in telling me about everything that had happened. However, we didn't get a chance to chat cause Diego soon appeared with Finn. To distract him from us and alert me of his presence, he let out a loud screech, earning them stares from everyone and making Finn panic as he tried to find out what his problem was. I used the opportunity to kiss Rita goodbye, grab my cap and make my way to the escalator. Once I got down, I waited by the exit for Diego and a few minutes later, he rushed over to me excitedly
I was going to make Jennifer Rossi suffer. So much that she'd wish for death. I stalked Jennifer a bit more that night, falling asleep with my phone in hand and her face on it. The next day, we went for my checkup and I had 20/20 visio







