Chapter 33

Isabella’s POV

I felt my heart thud against my chest as violently as possible. No matter how hard I tried to get the vital organ to return to its normal pace, it just wouldn’t budge. Instead, the more I tried, the worse it became—and I knew why.

I was stressed, anxious, and panicking.

Why?

Why wouldn’t I be? I held the paper in my grip, careful not to crumple the edges. Ever since I’d set my eyes on it a while ago, I could say it was now my most prized possession. I would literally run mad if anything were to happen to it.

But was it really that important?

I slumped onto my bed as a string of sighs slid past my lips. Up until a moment ago, I was sure I wanted to do it. I was sure I wanted to get revenge on Alessandro for hurting Leo, but was that really the right thing?

Two wrongs don’t always make a right.

A quote rang loudly in my ears. I’d forgotten who I’d heard it from, but for this very quote to pop into my mind