---- parents, all the way in Sicily. You can't bet on a devil's humanity. I made an excuse and slipped away to the restroom. I called my mother. Only after she confirmed they had arrived safely at the family's old castle in Sicily did I finally breathe a sigh of relief. My mother could hear the tension in my voice. "Isabella, is something wrong? Between you and Vincent?" My eyes burned, and I wanted to tell her everything. But the words wouldn't come out.
In my first life, after my parents' death, Vincent faked my death certificate and married Claire, leaving me locked in that warehouse. I was shot trying to escape a fire I'd set myself. He faked my death certificate, burned me alive, and ---- married Claire. I hated him. And I hated Claire. I hated everyone who had ever hurt me. I tried everything to escape. leven stole a lighter from one of the men he sent to bring me food. One night, I set a fire, hoping to escape in the chaos.
But the second I ran out of the flames, one of his men put a bullet through my heart. "Tsabella," my mother's voice was soft, a balm on my frayed nerves, "whatever you decide, we will support you. We can always start over. Your father and I just want you to be safe, and to be happy." "Thanks, Mamma. I know what I have to do now."