Rosita's POV Ice-cold water was splashed on my face, taking my breath for a second. Every pore on my skin slammed shut, and I felt that kind of cold that had nothing to do with the weather. My eyes snapped open, and there he was, the new owner, hovering around me, the iron bucket banging against the floor like an evil omen. "What are you doing in my house, Esplendido (gorgeous)?" he demanded, his arms crossed, a frighteningly calm expression on his ugly face. "Who are you?" The cold water streamed down my face, plastering my hair to my forehead. I coughed, the cold clinging to the back of my throat. "We… I… I didn't know," I stammered, each word a shaky exhale in the frosty air. "This was…my friend’s apartment. I didn’t…know that the landlord had rented it out to someone else." I swallowed hard, lifted my chin, and boldly met his gaze. "If you let me go," I pleaded, "You will never see my face again, I swear." He laughed; his laugh bounced around the room and scraped against
Last Updated : 2025-05-08 Read more