*Book 1*
Rosalía was adopted from a strange couple in Madrid at the age 7. She barely remembers her childhood from when she lived in Barcelona before she was adopted. She always knew she was different but couldnt figure it out.
Until one night on h...
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His sister smiles and stands by me.
"Why am I not surprised? Little Aná couldn't give a child so she bought one. Shocked that Ignacio got a girl and not a boy" she says.
She kneels down by me and looks at me closely. She is definitely like her brother. The same piercing eyes...
"Wait Francesco...they got a girl but not a boy... seems like this is getting more interesting as we keep going".
I look at her confused.
"Ignacio and Aná took me in and cared for me. I will never question what they did for me! Now what the fuck do you people want from us?!" I yell getting annoyed.
She stands back up and look at Francesco.
"Why don't you explain to her? Ignacio is your enemy brother. Also I am close to cutting this bitch's throat if she thinks she can speak to me that way" she smiles at me as she gives her threat.
I roll my eyes and Francesco shakes his head.
"Not just yet, we need her for now. Can't kill the bait Catalina" he reminds her.
"Always can get another bait, maybe Aná".
I try to get free as she mentions my mother. She sees me fighting and struggling.
"Anyway I have work to handle before I end up killing this girl. Be back later."
She walks out and winks at me.
I roll my eyes and Francesco sits back down in front of me.
He stares at me again then at the necklace.
"Why do you and your sister keep staring at it? Like if it hurts you in some way" I ask.
He looks back at me.
"Seems like your dear parents really kept you out of things. I thought you as their daughter they would tell you what they truly do".
I look away confused. This isn't making any sense. I know my parents, my mother works with a small group for our community services and my father has a small business.
I shake my head.
"I know my parents, what the hell you want from me?!" I yell.
He gets angry and grabs my throat tightly. He squeezes a bit that I start to lose air.
"Your dear father lied and stole from me. He also killed someone who I cared for. Now I have the one person he may care about. If he doesnt show up soon then I might have to kill you".
I look at him scared.
"Or it could just mean your dear 'papá' could care less about you" he smiles.
I start to cry and I close my eyes. I don't mutter another word.
