My face was frowning as I looked sharply at Rico. I'm back in prison again. In the stylish room with a touch of the old Spanish era.
I have also changed into new clothes. The hem of my nightgown is full of mud and tattered. I'm still wearing the same style as royalty, but this time, it's a cream color.
Ever since Rico brought me home, the man's face was still dark, unable to paint his angry face staring at me. The veins in his jaw were tense. He's really angry.
"I didn't know you wanted to kill yourself so early. Why are you doing it little by little?" he said sarcastically. I could see dark and cold in his black eyes.
"I'm not killing myself!" I whined at him. "I'm aware there's a hole there?"
He should be happy if I die. He won't have any more problems. Then now he's angry because
