My father’s hateful words took over my mind. It was certain, I was officially depressed. I was back to being trash.
How could I have been so delusional? Thinking someone like Roman would ever pick me over Herrera.
She was a rich heiress and I was nothing but dirt. I needed to get out of here, I needed space. I might not be able to leave, but surely, I could take a breather.
I tried to remember all the reasons to stay in a place like this. There was my sister and Matteo, then Carmen. And on my list of cons, there was Roman and Herrera.
Ugh. How did I get myself in this mess?
I was still on the floor, sulking and hating my entire existence, when a shadow formed on the spot I was hurdled in. I turned around, noticing big bodyguard guy.
He just stood there staring at me.
I shrugged unc
