Rihanna’s POV

Being a rogue was hard. I rolled on my back again, trying to get some comfort that will slide me to sleep. I found none.

I lifted myself from the ground and eyed the cave I was coiling myself in. Was I sure I could do this? Being a rogue?

Not even the maids in our household lived this hopeless. If the rains came, I’d freeze to death.

“Maybe instead of saying what you can’t do, try doing what you can?” Lana scolded.

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