BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
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Veronica's POV
My shoulder is being shoved and my eyes snap open. I check my surroundings and see Abuelo looking at me. "Oh sorry, you weren't waking up," he tells me.
I must've accidentally fallen asleep.
I slowly nod and look out the window. The sun is setting.
"Vamos cariño, ya estamos aquí." He says softly.
(Come on darling, we're here)
I just yawn in response earning a chuckle from him.
I nod and stand up and follow him out of the car. My movements are slow and sluggish since I just woke up and I can barely keep my eyes open.
I immediately get out of the car and see Abuelo waiting for me. But then my eyes shift to the enormous mansion behind him. My mouth falls open as I stare at the mansion.
The hell?
I knew Abuelo was rich, BUT THIS RICH?!
We enter the grand mansion. There's golden marble flooring and white walls. It looks so elegant here. There's a modern chandelier, shining a sunny light that fills the room.
"Déjame mostrarte tu habitación, cariño." he says kindly
(Let me show you to your room , Darling.)
I nod slowly in return, and he gives me a gentle smile.
We walk up three flights of stairs until we reach the third floor. I follow Abuelo for what feels like forever until we finally reach a white, grand looking door.
"Tu habitación, Verónica" he smiles.
(Your room, Veronica.)
I softly open the door and immediately I'm met with the colour grey. I raise my eyebrows and continue looking. There is a grey king-sized bed, which is neatly done with so many pillows, a modern fireplace with a large pale shade of grey rug in front of it, and a coffee table. What would I use that for? Anyways there's a massive tv above the fireplace and two doors on the side of the room.
My eyes dart to a familiar sound of rustling.
"Sparky!" I exclaim excitedly.
Abuelo just chuckles.
Sparky just stares at me with a silly expression on his cute little face.
"¡Gracias abuelo!" I nearly scream.
(Thank You grandad!)
"Cualquier cosa para ti querida"
(Anything for you, darling.)
Abuelo stands in the middle of the room with his hands placed on his hips with a proud look on his face.
