Chapter 11

Isabella’s POV

I didn’t know for how long I had passed out, but now that I was awake, it didn’t make sense that I was having mixed feelings about it. I was like a bunny trapped in a dark hole. I wanted to get out, to find out what was on the other side, but the zeal to move was nowhere to be found.

I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. Flashbacks stained my mind, reminding me of things I so desperately wanted to forget. Of all the memories that crossed my mind, one stood out the most.

The diamond of the season. If only they knew who you really are…

I pressed my eyes against each other as his words rang loudly in my ear, each word cutting a gash so deep it physically hurt.

You are a butterfly that dances for money behind closed doors. What would your papa think?

With each sentence of his that rang in my ears, I wanted nothing more than to block him out. But the more I tried, the higher his voice went.