Chapter 46. Rage

ISABELLA’S POV

I can remember how it felt living in this house. Even though I haven’t been here in long time, I can still remember feeling so small, neglected and misunderstood that I feel goosebumps rise on my skin as we get out of Dante’s car. I can feel my mother’s angry eyes on me; always comparing me to my sister, always making me feel like I was never good enough.

I can remember being a teenager and falling in love with a boy who was killed because of me. I can remember my father making me watch as he shot a bullet through the boy’s head. The only happy moments that seem to come to mind are the ones spent with Antonio and the few moments of solitude I had with myself in my room.

This house was hell and I do not miss it one bit. They say the universe has a way of playing tricks with you. Never did I think meeting Dante Giuseppe would be the one thing that would change my life forever. For the better and also for the worst. I do not regret meeting Dante